Antonio Gramsci Quotes

I am as far from a hypochondriac as you could ever be.

I was a fat child; I was asthmatic. No wonder I'm a hypochondriac.

I'm a hypochondriac. Yesterday it was brain damage from the vodka the night before. Today, heart attack - my arm and chest started hurting at the same time.

The Internet is a boon for hypochondriacs like me.

If you start to think of your physical and moral condition, you usually find that you are sick.

I've either got an acute case of hypochondria or I'm falling apart at the age of twenty-three.

Nothing is so costly as the pursuit of a cure for imaginary ills.

In the end, every hypochondriac is his own prophet.

After obsessively Googling symptoms for four hours, I discovered 'obsessively Googling symptoms' is a symptom of hypochondria.

There's some herb that's good for everybody, except for them that thinks they're sick when they ain't.

If man thinks about his physical or moral state he usually discovers that he is ill.

It is a most extraordinary thing, but I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the particular disease therein dealt with in its most virulent form.

Among the Internet's many gains for humanity, decreasing paranoia has not been one of them. Anything from that lump under your armpit to what's lurking in the sea - just type it into a search engine and watch your nerves explode.

The best cure for hypochondria is to forget about your body and get interested in someone else's.

My most annoying habit is complaining about my aches and pains. It's the new ones that I haven't identified yet that make me nervous. According to my wife, I complain way too much. I may be a borderline hypochondriac, or you could say I am fascinated by the body - at least by mine.

Most of the time we think we're sick, it's all in the mind.

If I ran to a doctor every time I got a little cyst or abrasion, I'd still be in Nova Scotia.

When I was a kid, I was mostly pretty sane. I've gotten more hypochondriacal.

I have Googled so many things related to possible diseases, and it's always ridiculous. Like, 'My toe is hurting. Do I have cancer?' 'I have a scratch in my eye. Am I going to die soon?' 'Is eating a soup going to make me die?'

I went through the process of trying to convince myself I was not ill.

The internet is just a scary place. It's better to just go to the doctor. Don't let Google get inside your head. It will do bad things to you.

The incurable ills are the imaginary ills.

The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.

More people worry themselves to death than bleed to death.