Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
It’s inspirational to see someone who is dying smile.
While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.
Someone has somewhere commented on the fact that millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Boy, when you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead?
Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.
Copyright: Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Family Limited Partnership.
Copyright: Elisabeth Kubler-Ross Family Limited Partnership.
One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
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