Most people die from the remedy rather than from the illness.
I know that if I could really understand mental illness, then it would be appropriate to make a big career shift. I would become a therapist and a leader in terms of mental illness. But I'm not in the position.
Autism and seizures are the least known areas of illnesses.
We take refuge in illness and then are trapped there.
Those of us with illnesses are the holders of the silent fears of those with good health.
The romantic treatment of death asserts that people were made singular, made more interesting, by their illnesses.
Rescue someone unwilling to look after himself, and he will cling to you like a dangerous illness.
A person loves to talk about his illnesses although that is the least interesting part of his life.
Sometimes I feel the only way I can get a major publisher interested in mental illness is if I find a character who has bipolar disorder and is also a love-sick vampire attending an English school called Hogwarts. But I'm not giving up.
I cannot believe that my illness is natural. I suspect Satan, and therefore I am the more inclined to take it lightly.
I mean, I'm 48 years old and I've been through a lot in my life - you know, loss, whether it be death, illness, separation. I mean, the failed expectations. . . We all have dreams.
Though bitter, good medicine cures illness. Though it may hurt, loyal criticism will have beneficial effects.
The denial of suffering is, in fact a better definition of illness than its acceptance.
Illness isn't the only thing that spoils the appetite.
My contention is that as long as you have other faculties-the emotional, psychological, intuitive faculties-you haven't lost yourself or even diminished yourself. Don't be ashamed when you're physically limited or dysfunctional; don't think that you're any less because of your condition. In fact, I feel I am even more myself than I was before I got this illness because I have been able to transcend many of the psychological and emotional limitations I had before I developed ALS.
civilization is a transient sickness.
Neurotics complain of their illness, but they make the most of it, and when it comes to talking it away from them they will defend it like a lioness her young.
The people I know who suffer from mental illness, sometimes they do connect you to what it is to be really human. There's a vulnerability there, there's something very potent.
To be unwed and female was to succumb to an illness with only one known cure: marriage.
Woe to those who lead idle lives. Idleness is a dreadful illness and must be cured in childhood. If it is not cured then, it can never be cured.