Quotes About Afterlife

I am a sailor's tomb. Beside me lies a farmer. Hell is the same, under the land and sea.

From this tale, Callicles, which I have heard and believe, I draw the following inferences:—Death, if I am right, is in the first place the separation from one another of two things, soul and body; nothing else.

It signifies that the great judge of the dead looks down on men to see that justice is done and that truth prevails. So I commend you to the good Osiris;

We used to live in your house, George said. And now, guess what? Jerry added. Now we're dead in your house!

Because when next we meet in your Christian heaven or my pagan afterlife, or some shadowy, hidden corner where those two may touch, I want to hear that you lived a long and happy life after me. That you did as you liked, and loved as you liked, and left the world shattered and empty in your wake.

Dead doesn't mean gone.

Good-bye, Da. Go to hell. I hope I'm not there waiting.

I tend to believe in the traditional architecture of life and the afterlife. This world is a journey of discovery and purification. The next world consists of two destinations: One is a palace for the spirit and an endless kingdom of wonder, while the other is cold and dark and unthinkable.

When my time is up, I want to cross a River Styx of pure root beer. - Jilly Page 30

The dead don't talk. Perhaps they know things about death that the living are not permitted to learn from them.

More likely, they would just cease to exist. That's death. No, it's different. Death leaves a corps.

Rupert Clockenwall seemed to have been too bland a soul to come back from the grave on a haunt.

Until they move on from this world, even the dead can know fear. You would think they have nothing to lose, but sometimes they are wretched with anxiety, not about what might lie Beyond, but about those whom they have left behind.

but as the dead

This was a theory of Kipp's: There are parallel universes, and when we die, we go on living in other realities. Dorothy was lost here, but not lost everywhere.

We in Purgatory sing fondly of Hell.

Life after death, ghosts, Paradise, eternity--of course, we take all that as granted. Otherwise where's the fun?

When you go to the other place, part of you doesn't come back.' What other place, honey?' He placed his watch on the bedstand. And the part of you that does?' She bit her lip and looked like she was about to punch herself in the face with both fists. 'Shouldn't.

But what if there's no such thing as time after this life?" "I don't understand." "No minutes, no hours, no clocks. No night turning into day. I like to think your mother's not alone, because she's not waiting for us. We're already there.

There was nothing frightening about the dead man; there never is. No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it's only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying; once gone, what is left is only an object

I think sometimes the dead cherish us, as we do them

But to return to thy question, we consider our life here on earth to be a sacrament, lived in the light of Christ. There may be an afterlife, but as no one has come back to say so, it's a matter of speculation, left to each person individually.

Sassenach, ¿sabías que algunos creen que la última persona que yace en un cementerio se convierte en su guardián? Debe montar guardia hasta que muere otra persona y ocupa su lugar... Sólo entonces puede descansar.

I don't care what people think of me now, so why would I care when I'm dead?