Quotes About Afterlife

It's not like I'm afraid of dying. I know what it's like on the other side.

I don't have thoughts of an afterlife. I think dying is like when you swat a fly - it's over.

Even after death we do not finish our story

Nossa divindade, a história, reservou-nos um túmulo, de onde não há ressurreição.

May you get to Heaven a half hour before the Devil knows you're dead.

Once, when a religionist denounced me in unmeasured terms, I sent him a card saying, "I am sure you believe that I will go to hell when I die, and that once there I will suffer all the pains and tortures the sadistic ingenuity of your deity can devise and that this torture will continue forever. Isn't that enough for you? Do you have to call me bad names in addition?"

I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse.

I thought: "Perhaps Adelma is the city where you arrive dying and where each finds again the people he has known. This means I, too, am dead." And I also thought: "This means the beyond is not happy.

Lakkaako kerran olemassaoloni, vai muistanenko viime tapaamisemme maailman tuolle puolen?

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? Nobody.

Death is just life's next big adventure.

The doctrine of hell exists solely to paralyze thought.

Hmmmm. But what do the dead say? Did

I may be dead, but I ain't stupid.

I dread my trial at the pearly gates - knowing my luck, I'll be hot on the heels of a blameless nun who will be ushered straight to a luscious cloud with prime sea views.

Where I grew up, in a remote village at the back of a valley, the old still thought the dead needed attending to - a notion so universal, it's enscribed in all religions. If you didn't, they might exact revenge upon the living.

Look at another person while living; the soul is not visible, only the body which it animates. Therefore, merely because after death the soul is not visible is no demonstration that it does not still live.

Men long for an afterlife in which there apparently is nothing to do but delight in heaven's wonders.

WHEN SOMEBODY GOES AWAY THERE'S THINGS YOU WANT TO TELL THEM. WHEN SOMEBODY DIES MAYBE THAT'S THE WORST THING. YOU WANT TO TELL THEM THINGS THAT HAPPEN AFTER.

He wondered if those who'd experienced death recognized the boatman.

Perhaps I am dead. I wonder how you would know? If you died in your sleep and woke up dead, who would let you know?

Not lost, but gone before.

For men know not what the nature of the soul is; whether it is engendered with us, or whether, on the contrary, it is infused into us at our birth, whether it perishes with us, dissolved by death, or whether it haunts the gloomy shades and vast pools of Orcus.

The real question of life after death isn't whether or not it exists, but even if it does what problem this really solves.