Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
The moment an ill can be patiently handled, it is disarmed of its poison, though not of its pain.
My life has been a series of emergencies.
Perhaps there is no agony worse than the tedium I experienced waiting for Something to Happen.
Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.
When you're used to being healthy and strong and vibrant and everything and then - bang - overnight you're desperately ill, it's frightening.
I'm kind of a morbid person. I'm very optimistic, but I also feel like I'm going to die at any moment. I feel very much aware of my mortality. I'm here, and then I'm not.
You are never so alone as when you are ill on stage. The most nightmarish feeling in the world is suddenly to feel like throwing up in front of four thousand people.
An astonishing portion of my life is built around trying to evade vomiting and preparing for the eventuality that I might.
Hush! Check those words. Do not cure ill with ill and make your pain still heavier than it is.