Quotes About Afterlife

"Everyone wants to believe that there's something else – something great – waiting for them on the other side. Paradise. Valhalla. Heaven. Their next – hopefully less horrible – life.

A man is born alone and dies alone; and he experiences the good and bad consequences of his karma alone; and he goes alone to hell or the Supreme abode.

Yes, I don't think hell will be a lot different from where I'm at now. In fact I'm fairly well convinced that I died in 1932 and this is it. I mean, just look at Norman in the Coach. All he needs is a trident in one hand -- I must get him to take his shoes off to see if he's got cloven hooves -- and there's your devil.

Hart having arrived before them, insisted they lift at least one glass to old Mrs. McCray. "May she, her husband, and our father be bullying one another in the great beyond." "I hope they enjoy it", Mac said lifting his glass. His cut crystal goblet held tea, not whiskey. Mac now drank no alcohol of any kind. "Confusion to them all," Cam said, joining the toast.

I picture it like Judgement Day,' he says finally, his eyes on the water. 'We'll rise up out of our bodies and find each other again in spirit form. We'll meet in that new place, all of us together, and first it'll seem strange, and pretty soon it'll seem strange that you could ever lose someone, or get lost.

How many hells are there?'... 'As many as there are souls to imagine them, demon child. I do not create them. Each soul creates it's own hell. Whether they suffer the afterlife or enjoy it is entirely up to them.' 'So if I want someone to suffer, how do I make sure?' 'Evil is it's own reward, demon child.

My idea of Heaven has nothing to do with fluffy clouds or angels. In my Heaven there's butter pecan ice cream and swimming pools and baseball games. The Brooklyn Dodgers always win, and I have the best seat in the house, right behind the Dodger's dugout. That's the only advantage that I can see about being dead: You get the best seat in the house.

Death isn't the end, it's the beginning.

the dead can blame

If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable. Because you are not fit to go there, I answered. All sinners would be miserable in heaven.

What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

Me parece apreciar en la muerte un reposo que ni el infierno ni la tierra son capaces de quebrantar, y me invade la sensación de un futuro eterno y sin sombras. Sí; la Eternidad.

Vejo na morte um repouso que nem a terra nem o inferno podem romper, e sinto a certeza de uma eternidade sem fim e sem limites — a Eternidade em que o defunto acabou de entrar —, onde a vida perdura para sempre e o amor e a alegria também.

ocúpate de que me entierren allí en secreto. Y si no lo haces así, ya te demostraré de un modo palpable que los muertos no se disuelven del todo.

Do you believe such people are happy in the other world, sir?  I'd give a great deal to know. I declined answering Mrs. Dean's question, which struck me as something heterodox.  She proceeded: Retracing the course of Catherine Linton, I fear we have no right to think she is; but we'll leave her with her Maker.

Svi grešnici bili bi nesretni na nebu.

Sana iki kelimeyle gelecekte ne halde olaca??m? anlatmam gerekseydi 'ölümle cehennem' derdim. Onu kaybettikten sonra hayat bana cehennem olur.

Do you know where the wicked go after death? They go to hell, was my ready and orthodox answer . . . What must you do to avoid it? I deliberated a moment; my answer, when it did come was objectionable: I must keep in good health , and not die." (Jane Eyre)

She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.

Death is a dialogue between the spirit and the dust

Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me

It was Anubis who set your heart on the scales against the Feather of Truth, and if your crimes weighed it down at all, it was thrown to the crocodile-faced demoness Ammit like any other scrap of meat. Only the clean-hearted got to walk forever in the Field of Reeds.

The trouble with death is that there is no next.