Christopher Reeve Quotes

I've got a little arthritis that I have to deal with. I was 6 feet 7 when I started, and I've shrunk up a little bit. I'm probably 6-5 or so now. But up here at 82, I feel pretty good. I'm sticking in there.

I'm older than I'd like and I'm creaky, but I'm doing alright.

You have to push yourself when you're older because it's very easy to fall into the trap. You start to fall apart - you just have to do your best to paste yourself together. I think doing things and being active is very important. When your mind is busy, you don't hurt so much.

I was paralyzed from the chest down when I was 19, so I kind of put my head together about dying, and I think I've come to terms with it.

There is a good chance that, at 60, I will be in a wheelchair, but hey, I signed up for that. I know that.

The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.

My right side is paralyzed. I need no doctor. I can overcome my own troubles.

When I get down, I don't waller around for long.

My advice to people with any disease is to live above it.

Not a day goes by when I don't wish I had both legs.

I think I have a bright future. I know I have a problem which is going to be with me for the rest of my life, but it's for me to manage it.

I'm not going to lie: it's tough. There were a couple of games where you're down, and you're in a really dark place, and you don't know if you're ever going to come out of it. You realize, 'Hey, I'm having a bad day,' but you realize there are people out there having worse days.

My own personality is fairly optimistic and generally very happy, but like everyone else I've been through difficult stuff, particularly in my teenage years, where I experienced enough melancholia to feed any number of electronic records.

For me, cerebral palsy wasn't the biggest deal, because I always had it. You know, you always work with what you got.

It started off with flu-like symptoms and pain; then, I started feeling really funny. In two weeks, I was paralyzed from the waist down, and it spiraled down from there. Every ability I had was slowly slipping away.

I've been anxious but not depressed. I'm an incorrigible optimist.

I use an electric wheelchair because I have no sense of balance, and muscle spasticity has arched my spine like a cat's, while my legs are really just for show.

At times, I've been incapacitated by anxiety and unhappiness. You really know what joy is if you have experienced the opposite.

I worry about dying all the time so I worry about my health. I don't want to die because I absolutely love my life.

I was given advice early in the quarantine: Don't focus on what you don't have. Focus on what you do have and will have again, and I've said that to myself over and over again.

My mind still wants to do everything; my body can't anymore. My mind would want to continue until I was 100.

I've met quadriplegics who have lost the use of their limbs but not their spirit. They are not dark, defeated people.

I still have downs and get depressed, but I try not to dwell too much on being negative because it always passes and there is still so much to do.

I just take things one day at a time. I'm just thankful that I have my legs, my arms, my eyes.

Sometimes you're not the healthiest, sometimes you're not gonna have the best years, sometimes you're gonna be great.