Quotes About Coping

I roll with the punches.

I just roll with the punches.

My own approach has always been to push intense emotions down and attempt to deal with them later.

All this crap the church puts on you about divorce is just crap. You do the best that you can do, and when you can't do it, you can't do it.

That's what you do with the worst day ever: you flip it on its back.

My folks were drunks, and I had a rough childhood - really rough - in fact, rougher than I thought about.

I like to fool myself into thinking that whatever happens is OK.

I grew up moving around. I went to seven different schools, so I know what it's like to be that new girl and have to not only know who you are but also take that into foreign circumstances and know how to respond.

I couldn't make it work, in the end, in Tulsa or Dallas - in the middle of this foreign country without my support system.

I've been through WTO riots in Seattle, massive earthquakes, major floods... forest fires. I just try to be as even-keeled and calm as possible.

There's only two choices when life goes wrong. You deal with it, or you check out, and, like 90% of people, I go for the former.

At first, I didn't want to accept that I had been abducted. I kept thinking, 'Next week, I'll be freed.'

If the world is in complete flux for me and life is falling apart, if I just manage to get myself in front of a computer or at my desk, it calms.

I tend to comfort eat when I am frustrated.

I think it can be quite frustrating at times for anyone playing out of position, but you've just got to deal with it.

I was very sensitive, so when sensitivity has no place to go, it's often turned into anger or frustration.

So I don't cry anymore, I just beat people up. It's a lot more fun.

In December 1988, my mother died of lung cancer. I died too. I couldn't function.

I mean I'm one of those people that laugh at a funeral. And it's always the worst time, but there's always a place to find something funny.

People deal with death differently; some even laugh at funerals.

My experience growing up in London and growing up in a working class background is that when people are down and out, that's when they're probably the funniest. They have to be. That's what they do to cope, to find joy, 'cause they don't feel the joy inside. Or they use humor to keep people out.

If I go on talking and talking...and telling you things about pretending, I shall bear it better. You don't forget, but you bear it better.

You see, I know what it is to be hungry, and it is very hard when one cannot even PRETEND it away.

I was staring to learn how to forget the things that made me sad. It was like a charm you followed step-by-step, collecting and blending the ingredients, placing everything in its proper place, reciting the incantation. It was the magic of forgetting.