Craig Sager Quotes

Given six months to live and being the fighter that I am, I set high goals for myself.

We are all terminal.

I'm gonna live till I die.

It must be understood that, as adults, we are all terminal.

We're all terminal; none of us are getting out of this alive.

I want people to understand that I intend to continue living and doing all the things that I love to do up until the end. And the end is by no means rushing up on me.

Just like those who are incurably ill, the aged know everything about their dying except exactly when.

I don't want to finish my life not being alive. I think that is the saddest thing that can happen to a person. I want to keep living to the end.

What is time, really? When you are diagnosed with a terminal disease like cancer or leukemia, your perception of time changes.

Death is not the monarch for the dead, but of the dying. The moment he obtains a conquest he loses a subject.

Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.

I'm not one of these people who likes to do as little as possible. I really do feel the hot breath of time on the back of my neck these days. And there are certain things I want to do before my time is up.

We don't beat the reaper by living longer, we beat the reaper by living well and living fully.

My brain is good, but my body is deteriorating. I probably have another two or three years. Or I can pass tomorrow, but it doesn't make a difference to me.

The best care on earth cannot prevent us all dying in the end.

I am dying soon, and I am choosing to have fun today, tomorrow and every other day I have left.

When my father was diagnosed with terminal cancer in 1991, I asked him if he had any regrets, and he said no. I was a burnt-out litigation solicitor in my thirties, hating my life, and his cancer made me re-evaluate it all.

The final disease that nature inflicts on us will determine the atmosphere in which we take our leave of life, but our own choices should be allowed, insofar as possible, to be the decisive factor in the manner of our going.

One of the things I noticed is that people really change when they realize their expiration date is coming, and they know what it is. Most of us don't: we just hope we can live as long as we can and do as much good as we can.

We have been so successful in the past century at the art of living longer and staying alive that we have forgotten how to die. Too often we learn the hard way. As soon as the baby boomers pass pensionable age, their lesson will be harsher still.

At the age of 60, you see how short the runway is in front of you and how long the runway is behind you, and that you don't have much time left.

Fantastic days are what you wish upon those who have so few sunrises left, those whose lungs are so lesion-spangled with new cancer that they should be embracing as much life as they can. Time's a-wasting, go out and have yourself a fantastic day! Fantastic days are for goners.

Death used to announce itself in the thick of life but now people drag on so long it sometimes seems that we are reaching the stage when we may have to announce ourselves to death. It is as though one needs a special strength to die, and not a final weakness.

People start to act very unusually when they find out that they're dying, that they don't have that many years left.

Millions of people die every day. Everyone's got to go sometime.