To love means not to impose your own powers on your fellow man but offer him your help. And if he refuses it, to be proud that he can do it on his own strength. — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Copy Share Image
Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that… — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Copy Share Image
Death is staring too long into the burning sun and the relief of entering a cool, dark room. — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Copy Share Image
There is not much sense in suffering, since drugs can be given for pain, itching, and other discomforts. The belief has long died that… — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Copy Share Image
When I came to this country in 1958, to be a dying patient in a medical hospital was a nightmare. You were put in… — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Copy Share Image
“La única finalidad de la vida es crecer. La lección última es aprender a amar y a ser amados incondicionalmente.” — Elisabeth Kübler-Ross Copy Share Image
“We need time to move through the pain of loss. We need to step into it, really to get to know it, in order… — Elisabeth Kübler-Ross Copy Share Image
We have to ask ourselves whether medicine is to remain a humanitarian and respected profession or a new but depersonalized science in the service… — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Copy Share Image
“The reality is people have always died in large numbers in natural disasters such as avalanches, earthquakes, and tornadoes.” — Elisabeth Kübler-Ross Copy Share Image
Everything in this life has a purpose, there are no mistakes, no coincidences. — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Copy Share Image
We run after values that, at death, become zero. At the end of your life, nobody asks you how many degrees you have, or… — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Copy Share Image
In the so-called civilized world, children are physically, sexually and/or emotionally abused; they are the leaders of our future. When children are raised in… — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Copy Share Image
I look for mystery and try to decipher it while knowing it is an impossible task. I look for memory, where Mystery lies. — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Copy Share Image
