Quotes About Coping

Are any of us safe? How do we make it through? How, when you know you are going to leave this life whether you want to or not - when you know that you and everyone you love will leave this life - do we make it? I don't want to die.

Funerals are the rituals we create to help us face the reality of death, to give us a way of expressing our response to that reality with other persons, and to protect us from the full impact of the meaning of death for ourselves. Some funerals fulfill these functions beautifully. Others fail.

The moment you stop smoking, everything that goes wrong in your life is blamed on the fact that you've stopped smoking. Now when you have a mental block, instead of just getting on with it you start to say, 'If only I could light up now, it would solve my problem.' You then start to question your decision to quit smoking.

The only reason any smoker lights a cigarette is to try to end the empty, insecure feeling that the previous cigarette created.

Part of the ingenuity of any addictive drug is to fool you into believing that life without it won't be as enjoyable, and/or that you'll be less able to cope with stress.

Humor does not diminish the pain - it makes the space around it get bigger.

Humor can help you cope with the unbearable so that you can stay on the bright side of things until the bright side actually comes along.

When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the event: Humor diverts our attention and lifts our sagging spirits.

Humor can be one of our best survival tools.

Laughter, and the broader category of humor, are key elements in helping us go on with our life after a loss.

I'm fine I said for the 2,467th time this semester. (I know. I was keeping count)

Two days after my dad's funeral, my mom went on a mission. I never understood it until then--that sometimes a spy doesn't need a cover so much as she needs a shield.

I don't answer. I'm not staging a rebellion here. I stay quiet because I don't want to break down, and I learnt a long time ago that, sometimes, the only way to silence the cries is by making no sound at all.

There was a time that [my mother's death] would have made me cry, but that's the good thing about being dead inside, I guess. Dead people don't feel pain.

Siempre queda una tristeza nueva por conocer, y un trapo roto y sucio para torearla.

Self pity is a hard drug.

Cuando pasa algo malo, pero malo de verdad, por mucho que llores, lo peor no es llorar, que eso a veces está bien, porque te quedas nuevo, lo peor empieza cuando no puedes llorar más, y entonces te das cuenta de que la tristeza es algo sucio, como un grumo gris, espeso, una pelota de barro dentro de los pulmones, que pesa, y la notas al respirar, todo el tiempo.

Aber eigentlich müsste ich inzwischen genug über Verluste wissen, um zu begreifen, dass man nie wirklich aufhört, jemanden zu vermissen - man lernt lediglich, mit dem riesigen, klaffenden Loch seiner Abwesenheit zu leben.

you can tell a lot about a person from how they handle times of great stress.

There was so much she could not control, but sewing a path through the darkness, how could that not be good?

I'm never going to be happy, but I could get close now, I think. I could be almost normal. I could have a friend.

Cualquiera que viva un infierno durable o pajero puede, para enfrentarse a él, recurrir a la técnica mental más gratificantes de cuantas existen: contarse un cuento.

We often refer to loneliness as something negative. And we look at it as a weakness.

Everything affects you, and it doesn't measure how tough you are by being a rock and sitting by yourself. People need to talk. It's not a sign of weakness.