Quotes About Afterlife

He loved his job, which allowed time to do it without comparing his performance to others'. He loved the economics of death: hastening a person's passage into the afterlife not only provided him with a good living: it gave work to coroners, beat cops, detectives, crime scene technicians, the people who made fingerprint powder and luminal and other sundry chemicals and devices - not to mention firearm, ammunition, coffin, and tissue manufacturers - obituary writers, crime reporters, novelists.

Them that die'll be the lucky ones.

You think those dogs will not be in heaven! I tell you they will be there long before any of us.

You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.

the end of earthly existence. The coffin, sealed with four

proving that life had no definitive end, but that it was merely shifted to another plane or dimension.

a corpse was merely an empty vessel for the spirit it had housed. "The soul," he'd said one night by a campfire in the Valley of the Kings, "is like a falcon. Despite its loyalty to the falconer, it longs to fly free. When my time comes, let my soul soar into the wind and the sky. Wherever its natural home is meant to be, that's where it will go.

his view, a corpse was merely an empty vessel for the spirit it had housed. "The soul," he'd said one night by a campfire in the Valley of the Kings, "is like a falcon. Despite its loyalty to the falconer, it longs to fly free. When my time comes, let my soul soar into the wind and the sky. Wherever its natural home is meant to be, that's where it will go." Although she had found such

If the world is rationally constructed and has meaning," Kurt said, his head down as he carefully lifted a single strand of spaghetti from his plate, "then there must be such a thing as an afterlife. Otherwise, what is the meaning of this one?" "Oh, Kurt," Adele said, "why must everything have a meaning? Maybe we are just here to eat spaghetti and talk and laugh and," she paused, replenishing her glass and raising it to her host, "drink good wine.

It's the sight of the dead...the teasing glimpse of what comes when you are no one.

I know it is coming, and I do not fear it, because I believe there is nothing on the other side of death to fear

I attended St. Mary's for an excellent reason. I would go to heaven. I liked my public school friends, but they were non-Catholics and couldn't look forward to that.

It is said that the dead forget the dead in the house of Hades, Cassandra, but I hoped it was not so.

Hell has ways of permeating heaven's membrane.

Suicide How would I know I don't suffer any more, if I'm dead?

Bramall told a joke about a lawyer who died and got to the pearly gates. Not fair, he said. I'm only 45. Saint Pete said no, we got a new system. Now we do it by billable hours. According to our records you're 153.

Bramall told a joke about a lawyer who died and got to the pearly gates. Not fair, he said. I'm only forty-five. Saint Pete said no, we got a new system. Now we do it by billable hours. According to our records you're 153.

It's true that when anyone dies, the other dead rise up abd die all over again.

After the derailment I wondered obsessively about the great whatever. Much seemed to ride on the character of the whatever, including the degree and tenacity of my guilt in the matter. But miles pass, years climb up your shoulders. My insistence on Mom's and Dad's joyous afterlife gradually dimmed.

the invention of mummification. This was believed to be the key to a happy afterlife; certainly there were no disgruntled customers coming back to say otherwise.

Beggin' your pardon, miss, but I was told you be the one to help me cross on to the next world. Who told you this? His eyes widen. A fearsome creature with a head full of snakes! You musn't fear her, I say, taking the man's hand and leading his toward the river. She's as tame as a pussycat. She'd probably lick your hand given the chance. Didn't seem harmless, he whispers, shuddering. Yes, well, things are not always as they appear, sir, and we must learn to judge for ourselves.

So naturally I'm fascinated with the phenomenon of the NDE, of 'going over.

This life wasn't all there was; there was more, much more, and when people spoke of death as passing they were exactly right, because the spirit passed on to that other level of existence. Knowing that was the most comforting thing she could imagine.

We may not doubt that society in heaven consists mainly of undesirable persons.