You are not a powerless speck of dust drifting around in the wind...we are, each of us, like beautiful snowflakes-unique, and born for a specific reason and purpose. — 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
