Quotes About Coping

I don't believe I could live at times if I didn't pretend things.

She was thankful she no longer felt very bad, When you are bludgeoned on the head repeatedly, you naturally and mercifully become more or less insensible and stupid

Ä°ÅŸte, bir umut daha yok oldu. Hayat?m, gömülmüÅŸ umutlar?n muhteÅŸem mezarl???d?r.

Tabii ki baz? sorunlar?m var ama insan sorunlar?yla da ya?ayabilir.

EÄŸer düÅŸünürsem ve hayal k?r?kl???na uÄŸrarsam, buna dayanamam.

Well, well, we can't get through this world without our share of trouble. I've had a pretty easy life of it so far, but my time has come at last and I suppose I'll just have to make the best of it.

Knitting is something you can do, even when your heart is going like a trip-hammer and the pit of your stomach feels all gone and your thoughts are catawampus. Then when I see the headlines, be they good or be they bad, I calm down and am able to go about my business again.

Just because your brother is not allowed to live his life, it doesn't mean you don't live yours," she says, with an uncharacteristically sage expression. "You get on with your own life." She puts a hand on his shoulder. "You're getting strong," she says. "Well, you need some time. Time to get over everything, and time to get used to the fact that Winnie is no longer on this earth.

Maude Jones, had killed herself with a shotgun one morning, leaving a note which merely said, 'Can't stand listening to this wind no more.

The reason I'm so crazy is because nobody cares anything about me. I don't guess there's anybody I care much about, either. It's my own fault, though - I haven't had the guts to try and do anything about it.

it seemed he had to be talking every waking minute as a means of holding his own fears in balance.

Men have gotten by without legs. Lots of 'em lost legs in the war. You don't like to do nothing but sit on the porch and drink whiskey anyway. It don't take legs to do that.

I'll have to get over this sooner or later, Louis thought. Why not now? A friend had taught him this cantrip, this bit of magic for recovering from shock or grief. Sometimes it worked.

That's the terrible thing about a tragedy. It isn't with you every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again. And you see it with a stark quality: This is what is required of you now, just to get along.

the terrible thing about a tragedy. It isn't with you every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again. And you see it with a stark quality: This is what is required of you now, just to get along.

The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can't stop.

It is a very natural human trait to destroy that which frightens us.

Stop what? Cheering you up? Or is life supposed to stop because you did something horrible? I'll tell you the real horrible truth, Anita. No matter what you do or how bad you feel about it, life just goes on. Life doesn't give a fuck that you're sorry or upset or deranged or tormented. Life just goes on, and you gotta go on with it, or sit in the middle of the road and feel sorry for yourself. And I don't see you doing that.

If you're too damn stubborn to let yourself cry, then your body finds other ways to let it out.

I'd have much rather gotten dragged into someone else's fight than face what was waiting for me. Other people's emotional pain, no matter how painful, is so much less painful than your own.

There's Only so much emotional super glue in a person's soul, that everything just stays broken.

It was like someone who is so used to being made fun of that they say the mean things first, try to make it their joke, so the bullies don't get a chance to cut them up. It works, in a way, but it means the person saying the words internalizes the message more, because they're the ones saying stupid, clumsy, fat, ugly—whatever the bullies might say.

and pressed my hands into fists, trying to prepare myself. There is no real way to prepare

No matter what you do or how bad you feel about it, life just goes on. Life doesn't give a fuck that you're sorry or upset or deranged or tormented. Life just goes on, and you gotta go on with it, or sit in the middle of the road and feel sorry for yourself.