A Quote by Phoebe Cary

And though hard be the task, 'Keep a stiff upper lip'. — © Phoebe Cary
And though hard be the task, 'Keep a stiff upper lip'.
And though hard be the task, keep a stiff upper lip.
It's a very valuable function and requirement that you're performing, so have a great day and keep a stiff upper lip.
I was brought up in a fairly emotionally repressed kind of society in Northeast England where one didn't express emotions and was expected to keep a stiff upper lip.
People that keep stiff upper lips find that it's hard to smile.
People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.
Christianity is in no way a stoic faith. It fundamentally rejects the "stiff upper lip" school of thought.
Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!
I'm not one to complain about illness. I suppose I have a bit of a stiff upper lip. I just tend to get on with things.
And I definitely do that very British thing of, take things with a pinch of salt, stiff upper lip, you know what I mean?
And so I was very grateful that I didn't do the British stiff upper lip, but I went straight to a therapist. And she was wonderful and helpful, and I went for about two years.
Don't be too brave. Bravery is a fine thing on some occasions, but sometimes it can be quite a dangerous thing. The stiff upper lip is not always the best.
I like a tranquil, even-keeled, self-controlled God. A God who doesn't fly off the handle at the least provocation. A God who lives one step above the fray. A God who has that British stiff upper lip even when disaster is looming. When I read my Bible, though, I keep running into a different God, and I'm not pleased. This God says he "hates" sin. Well, he usually yells it. Read the prophets. It's just one harangue after another, all in loud decibels. And when the shouting is over, then comes the pouting. ... When all else fails, he throws himself in front of the car.
Keep a stiff upper chin.
I grew up in southern Africa but was born in England, so my family was afflicted with the stiff upper lip of the British. When coupled with the violence we saw as children, that can be a fatal combination. Fortunately, I have an outlet for trauma in my writing.
I was putting on a stiff upper lip and trying to fulfill the obligations I thought were demanded of me, taking over my father's role of taking care of my mother... and having to be the recipient of her confessions and emotions but of a delusional nature.
Geez, if I could get through to you, kiddo, that depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling. Reduction, see? Of all feeling. People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.
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