Quotes About Afterlife

Two childhood best friends made a promise, that they will check each other every year. It happened. When they saw each other again in heaven, they did the same thing.

He served his god so faithfully and well That now he sees him face to face in hell.

He wonders again if the dead need translators; perhaps in a moment, in a simple twist of unbecoming, they know everything they need to know.

He doesn't believe the dead need our prayers, nor can they use them. But anyone who knows the Bible as he does, knows that our God is a capricious God, and there's no harm in hedging your bets.

The dead wander the lanes of the next life like strangers lost in Venice.

The dead do not negotiate.

He doesn't believe the dead need our prayers, nor can they use them. But anyone who know the Bible as he does, knows that our God is a capricious God, and there's no harm in hedging your bets.

Do you think it (hedgehog) can possibly have gone to Heaven?" This was Ruth's ritual question when confronted with death and Naomi was always firm. "No", she said at once. "Because what would it do when it got there? Eat slugs and snails that had gone to hell? It's just died, that's all. No good getting all drippy about it.

psychopomp.

She reminded herself that there was nothing they could do to her. She was already like them. Already dead.

Glory is the sunshine of the dead

Future Perfect Where you were before you were born, and where you are when you're not anymore might be very close. Might be the same place, though neither is as slippery as being here but imagining where you will have been- that point where things land, are finished, over, and gone but not yet.

Is there a heaven for Gs and soldiers. I cant go to hell cause id take over.

You say the ancient Egyptians believed the heart was critical for surviving in the next world." Romero nodded. "Once in the netherworld, the pharaoh's heart would have been inspected, tested by Anubis, in a ceremony known as the Weighing of the Heart. At least, that was the belief of later Egyptians.

If you were dead, would you want your body to decompose and be eaten by worms until it laid scattered in a zillion pieces as worm dung? Or would you rather have a purpose, find meaning in death and help the generations that come after you?

When you're Dead ... you stay up all night long.

I don't know what's waiting for us when we die--something better, something worse. I only know I'm not ready to find out yet.

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If, quite against all of Adele's naturally held beliefs, it turned out that there was an afterlife, she strongly suspected that in heaven it would always be a Friday night.

Life will continue on the other side of the veil.

I don't believe in personal immortality; the only way I expect to have some version of such a thing is through my books.

RIP, Rest in Peace, though what's the point of that? What else're the dead going to be doing? It's a better message than Good Luck, don't you think?

What if you had faith and performed good works, what if you died and went to heaven, and what if all the people you met there were people you didn't like?

Cecilia appeared in our consciousness at odd moments, most often as we were just waking up, or staring out a car-pool window streaked with rain—she rose up in her wedding dress, muddy with the afterlife, but then a horn would honk, or our radio alarms would unleash a popular song, and we snapped back to reality.