Quotes About Afterlife

I'm sorry for what I did. Of course you are. I'm sorry for many of the things I've done, too. Everyone is sorry. It's good to be sorry - but don't make a fetish of it. The one good things about being Protestant is that we are not expected to cringe forever in contrition. Yours was a venial sin, Vivian, but not a mortal one. [...] Sins of the flesh will not get you punished in the afterlife. They will only get you punished in this life. As you've now learned.

I wondered again if I might not actually be dead-if this was some terrible version of death, which I had momentarily mistaken for a continuation of life.

How fares it with the happy dead?

Though one were strong as seven, He too with death shall dwell, Nor wake with wings in heaven, Nor weep for pains in hell;

It is perhaps rather fine, after all, being dead. Highly underrated in the modern western world.

Look at that. He can sew. Not something he could do while he was alive. Death. Full of surprises.

I expect to hear voices forever, even after I'm dead.

I wonder who I will know when I die, if anyone.

Without any deity but us without any need but to know Each other's minds again after our presumed deaths reunited

Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.

My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.

When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?

Archaeologists made a haunting discovery that lends a little weight to this conjecture. Amongst the shells and fish bones of one midden, human fingers had been deliberately placed on seal flippers. This powerful note of identification with the natural world, the association of the fingers and flippers, may point to a sense of an afterlife, one where the souls of the dead swam with the seals in the deeps of the world.

Vivemos, pensamos e operamos — eis o que é positivo. E que morremos, não é menos certo. Mas, deixando a Terra, para onde vamos? Que seremos após a morte? Estaremos melhores ou pior? Existiremos ou não? Ser ou não ser, tal a alternativa.

I don't believe in life after death. But I still enjoyed the idea of doing a movie that would portray that collective dream, that collective need. Like flying saucers are a collective need for people who need to believe in flying saucers. You don't need to believe in flying saucers to do a movie about Martians or flying saucers.

There's the constant concern with what happens to you when you die. Every society thinks about that and makes things to deal with that.

There is an afterlife. I am convinced of this.

At the moment of death, when the seed atom in the heart is ruptured, which contains all the experience of the past life in a panoramic picture, the spirit leaves its physical body, taking with it the finer bodies.

The dead think they can get away with anything because you'll feel sorry for them. If you play cards with the dead, make sure you deal and don't let them buy you drinks. They'll slip you a formaldehyde roofie and pry the gold fillings out of your teeth.

That's for me, isn't it? I'm going to Hell." "Don't feel so bad. It beats Fresno.

So far, being dead is about as much fun as a barbed-wire G-string. Yes, there is such a thing. They invented it in Hell, which is where I am. I already said I was dead. Where else would I be? Try to keep up.

I might be dead and damned for all eternity but I'm not addle-brained. I remember.

The other bad part about being tossed out of a second story by one dead prick is that other dead pricks tend to notice.

The thing about being dead, Mr. Lehman, is that there's no future in it.