Quotes About Afterlife

How odd it is, that the dead weigh more than the living. You would think it would be the opposite, but it isn't. I think it is because souls give bodies lightness and air. When the soul leaves, the body has nothing left and is desperate to return to the earth.

I snapped to consciousness with the incandescent realization that somewhere, deep in our dreams, or deep in unconsciousness, or deep in the afterlife, all conflicts and acrimonies are resolved. That it was consciousness that so unrelentingly afflicted us with suffering.

Yo repasaba el álbum de fotografías porque mi papá me había contado que cuando la gente muere se queda a vivir en el momento más feliz de su existencia, y que eso es el cielo.

If there is an after, I hope it's not dark. And I hope you can remember. I'd hate to wander around in the dark forever, not knowing who I was or what I was doin' here, or not even knowing that I'd ever had anything different.

Now when I die, I shall only be dead.

After death.) So few people who come across, possess awareness of any kind. All they bring along with them are worthless values. All they desire is continuation of what they had in life no matter how misguided or degraded. . . Will those people ever progress, even with our help?

For everything in life, there's a counterpart in afterlife. This includes the most beautiful as well as the ugliest of phenomena.

She knows she'll never see him again in this or any life to come. Yet she sees him wherever she looks. That's life; the dead keep the living alive.

Threats of hell are unfortunately more memorable to people than promises of heaven.

Religion is for people who are afraid of going to hell; spirituality is for those who have been there.

In death, we never much resemble who we were in life, for all the mystery is gone.

Right, she said, We're going to the Land of the Dead and I shouldn't think negative.

I'm the god of funerals. I know every death custom in the world—how to die properly, how to prepare the body and soul for the afterlife. I live for death." "You must be fun at parties," I said.

My name is Magnus Chase. I'm sixteen years old. This is the story of how my life went downhill after I got myself killed.

Why are they so sad?" I asked. "Well, they're dead," Carter speculated.

The dead aren't scary. They are just sad.

Most people call it The Book of the Dead," he told me. "Rich Egyptians were always buried with a copy, so they could have directions through the Duat to the Land of the Dead. It's like an Idiot's Guide to the Afterlife.

He just summoned the dead with coke and cheeseburgers

After all the dangerous adventures I'd had, I couldn't die like this. Sadie would be devastated. Then, once she got over her grief, she'd track down my soul in the Egyptian afterlife and tease me mercilessly for how stupid I'd been.

I'd tell you to say hello to Jason from me, but he'll be in Elysium. You . . . won't.

As a general rule, I preferred not to have my soul reaped.

The Underworld had no mercy. It only had justice

She snorted. "Sounds like the beginning of a joke, doesn't it? An atheist and a Muslim walk into a pagan afterlife.

The dead are hard to look at. Their faces shimmer. They all look slightly angry or confused. they will come up to you and speak, but their voices sound like chatter, like bats twittering. Once they realize you can't understand them, they frown and move away. The dead aren't scary. They're just sad.