Death is staring too long into the burning sun and the relief of entering a cool, dark room.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the duality of life and death, comparing the intense experience of life to the relief that comes with death.
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross illustrates the profound contrast between the struggles of life, represented by the burning sun, and the peace that comes with death, akin to entering a cool, dark room. It suggests that while life can be overwhelming and painful, death may offer a sense of comfort and escape from suffering.
In practice
This quote can be shared at a memorial service to reflect on the peace that comes after a life of struggle.
The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not "get over" the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to.
The simple life on the farm was everything to me. Nothing was more relaxing after a long plane flight than to reach the winding driveway that led up to my house. The quiet of the night was more soothing than a sleeping pill.
The ultimate lesson all of us have to learn is unconditional love, which includes not only others but ourselves as well.
There is no joy without hardship. If not for death, would we appreciate life? If not for hate, would we know the ultimate goal is love? At these moments you can either hold on to negativity and look for blame, or you can choose to heal and keep on loving.
We're put here on Earth to learn our own lessons. No one can tell you what your lessons are; it is part of your personal journey to discover them. On these journeys we may be given a lot, or just a little bit, of the things we must grapple with, but never more than we can handle.
There are no mistakes, no coincidences; all events are blessings given to us to learn from.
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest--that I love the best-- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.
My aim is to show that those governments that violate the rights of people by invoking the name of Islam have been misusing Islam.
The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be put off; perhaps we all know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later all men will do and know all things.
Language is the mother of thought, not its handmaiden.
In my state of spiritual abstraction, I no longer belong to myself and to my eyesight. I am nothing more than a single narrow gasping lung, floating over the mists and summits.
In the consciousness of the infinite, the conscious subject has for his object the infinity of his own nature.
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