Maxioms by Elisabeth Kubler-ross
How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know read more
How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown.
Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.
Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.
We have to ask ourselves whether medicine is to remain a humanitarian and respected profession or a new but depersonalized read more
We have to ask ourselves whether medicine is to remain a humanitarian and respected profession or a new but depersonalized science in the service of prolonging life rather than diminishing human suffering.
There are no mistakes, no coincidences. All events are blessings given to us to learn from.
There are no mistakes, no coincidences. All events are blessings given to us to learn from.
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, read more
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
