Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Quotes

You will never see a U-Haul behind a hearse.

At the end of your life, you cannot take a penny with you. So what is the object of money if you can't take it with you?

No matter how big a house you have or how slick a car you drive, the only thing you can take with you at the end of your life is your conscience.

Matters of the heart are important to me. All this materialism and all the money and wealth are things that you don't take to the grave. One day you have it. The next day you don't.

I choose films for their artistic value. I don't need a mansion or a Jaguar. When I leave this Earth, I won't take any money with me. All I will leave behind will be my art.

When you're on your deathbed, you probably aren't counting the movies you've made.

I do not ask for the riches that perish or the fame that fades away like a morning mist.

I struggle with how humankind ended up this way. We made ourselves slaves to money, and we all have to work and be a part of this thing when time is always ticking. And before we know it, a decade has gone by, and did I really get to do everything I wanted to do or say everything I wanted to say?

When you're gone would you rather have your gravestone say, 'He never missed a meeting.' Or one that said, 'He was a great father.'

You'll never see a U-Haul behind a hearse. ... Now, I've been blessed to make hundreds of millions of dollars in my life. I can't take it with me, and neither can you. It's not how much you have but what you do with what you have.

We are born into this world with clenched fists, we leave it with fingers apart- preaching the lesson that you take nothing with you.

They dont understand what real treasure is. They see it in gold and copper, and tin. They see in herds of horses or cattle. They gather treasures to themselves, building great storehouses, which they guard ferociously. Then they die. What good is it then?

There is a lot more to this life than just the struggle to make money.

I have a suit in my closet with the pocket cut out. It's a reminder to me that I won't be taking anything with me. The last suit I wear won't need any pockets.

When we die, no one remembers us for what we weighed. Our weight isn't etched into our headstones.

The rich are like beasts of burden, carrying treasure all day, and at the night of death unladen; they carry to their grave only the bruises and marks of their toil.

In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.

We have brought nothing into the world, so we cannot take anything out of it either.' There are no U-Hauls behind hearses.

Human beings are afraid of dying. They are always running after something: money, honor, and pleasure. But if you had to die now, what would you want?

Truly wealth, which men spend all their lives in acquiring, is a valueless thing at the last.

You may have occasion to possess or use material things, but the secret of life lies in never missing them.

Everybody is different and I think that we live in a material world. But for me, possessing things is not that interesting. Living in a grand environment to show myself and others that I have wealth has zero appeal. Whatever I own is temporary, since we're only here for a short period of time. It's what we do and produce, it's our actions, that will last forever. That's real value.

If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee.

After she was gone there would be no one who knew the whole of her life. She did not even know the whole of it! Perhaps she should have written some of it down...but really what would have been the point in that? Everything passed, she would too. This perspective offered her an unexpected clarity she nearly enjoyed, but even with this new clarity the world offered no more explanation for itself than it ever had.

Some men spend their whole life furnishing for themselves the things proper to life without realizing that at our birth each of us was poured a mortal brew to drink.