Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Quotes

Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.

Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.

If I can't wait for you at the end of an aisle on your wedding day, I'll wait for you in heaven.

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

My mother and sister must be very happy to be home with God, and I am sure their love and prayers are always with me. When I go home to God, for death is nothing else but going home to God, the bond of love will be unbroken for all eternity.

If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on.

Every natural love will rise again and live forever in this country: but none will rise again until it has been buried.

Soon after you're dead - we're not sure how long - but not long, you'll be united with the most ecstatic love you've ever known. As one of the best things in your life was human love, this will be love, but much more satisfying, and it will last forever.

Death is a release from and an end of all pains.

The truest end of life is to know the life that never ends.

Death is the waiting-room where we robe ourselves for immortality.

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.

Death is the most misunderstood phenomenon. People have thought of death as the end of life. That is the first, basic misunderstanding.

There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.

The point is, as death gets closer - what's so wrong with wanting someone you love to live forever?

There is a quiet at the heart of love, And I have pierced the pain and come to peace.

The soul-stirring image of death is no bugbear to the sage, and is looked on without despair by the pious. It teaches the former to live, and it strengthens the hopes of the latter in salvation in the midst of distress. Death is new life to both.

Death will destroy my body, but my creatures will keep on living ever after, in the years to come.

Love seems to survive life, and to reach beyond it. I think we take it with us past the grave. Do we not still give it to those who have left us? May we not hope that they feel it for us, and that we shall leave it here in one or two fond bosoms, when we also are gone?

Let is walk ... joyously, dear souls, among the difficulties of this passing life ... These pains will have an end when our life ends, after which there will be only joy, only contentment, only eternal consolation.

Those who are gone, you have. Those who departed loving you, love you still; and you love them always. They are not really gone, those dear hearts and true; they are only gone into the next room; and you will presently get up and follow them, and yonder door will close upon you, and you will be no more seen.

Death, which hateth and destroyeth a man, is believed; God, which hath made him and loves him, is always deferred.

How some dare scorn (as if a fabulous lie) that they should rise whom death to dust doth bind -- and like to beasts, a beastly life they lead, who naught attend save death when they are dead.