Quotes About Coping

Anyone who's suffered from panic attacks knows how frightening they are.

I've always suffered from depression.

Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.

We are misery-making machines! Homo sapiens has perfected the art of causing suffering. Pain is humankind's collective GDP.

Grief causes suffering and disease.

There is some suffering that awaits us all.

I haven't been very good about dealing with disappointment. I suffer it, and then when that suffering becomes a kind of predation, then it's gone. Because the disappointment is not always realistic.

Allow me to say that I would long since have committed suicide had desisting made me a professor of Latin.

I know from my own personal experience. I was bullied in middle school and high school and went through my fair share of hard times thereafter. Also, one of my really good friends committed suicide when I was in high school.

The best I can say is that it's better for me to write about despair and darkness than to be incapable of getting off the sofa. It's better to write about suicide than to contemplate it too heavily.

It's a funny thing, life... as much as you don't want the sun to come up, it comes up the next day. Life continues on and you have to make a choice in how you handle it.

It is not inertia alone that is responsible for human relationships repeating themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and unrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new, unforeseeable experience with which one does not think oneself able to cope. But only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, not even the most enigmatical will live the relation to another as something alive.

You had to run with a night like this, so the sadness could not hurt.

I saw that most of the Irish I met had a variety of ways of making do with that dreadful beast Reality. You can run into it head-on, which is a dire business, or you can skirt around it, give it a poke, dance for it, make up a song, write you a tale, prolong the gab, fill up the flask. Each partakes of Irish cliché, but each, in the foul weather and the foundering politics, is true.

Devo vedere il mio psichiatra. Vogliono rimettermi in carreggiata, ma io invento le cose che gli dico. Non so cosa pensi di me, dice che sono una cipolla umana: lo tengo occupato a pelare gli strati.

Even extreme grief may ultimately vent itself in violence — but more generally takes the form of apathy...

Perfino un profondo dolore può alla fine trovare sfogo nella violenza - ma più generalmente prende la forma dell'apatia.

Neki vannak problémái? Mit szóljak én? – Daneeka Doki lassú, gyászos szipogással folytatta. – Á, én nem panaszkodom. Tudom, hogy háború van. Tudom, hogy egy csomó embernek szenvedni kell majd értünk, hogy megnyerjék nekünk a háborút. De miért kell nekem ezek között lennem?

I write to give myself a strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I'm afraid of.

What shall I do with all this heartache?

You don't have to understand why anything that has happened nor do you even have to understand what it is that has happened. You have only to live with the remains.

This determination to manage—to cope—to do as much unassisted as possible—is the Widow's prerogative. You might argue that it's a sign of her wish to appear to be—which is not the same as being—self-sufficient; or you might argue that it is a symptom of her derangement. But then, in the early minutes/hours/days of Widowhood—what is not, if examined closely, a symptom of derangement?

Della Rae was a pig and she was smashed out of her skull and you didn't want to think about it

You don't have to understand why anything that has happened to you has happened nor do you even have to understand what it is that has happened. You have only to live with the remains. A