Quotes About Afterlife

There's time to slow down, after you're dead.

In the course of our eternal existence, we spend infinitely more time in the spirit world on the other side than we spend in the human world on earth.

I still think that maybe the "afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled

the dead lose every sense except hearing.

After all, the God she believed in cared for every soul, and what happened to the body left behind mattered not at all.

Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.

Maybe those who rose into the Light simply died, and the universe beyond this world was silent.

I picture heaven as a vast library, with unlimited volumes to read. And paintings and statues to examine galore. I picture it as a great doorway to learning. Do you think the hereafter could be like that?

Even the avowed atheist probably thinks that in death he'll get some answer. I mean God will be there, or there won't be anything at all.

I like to think I'm too humble to declare there's nothing. After we die, that is.

When it comes to death, I fear I shall be met by nothing, but I hope I will be embraced by everything.

Only if, upon stepping into the next great realm of existence, the afterlife itself, you insist on looking backwards, of turning away from the dazzling experiences that await you in favor of clinging to the physical past. Only then is it not transcendence.

I believe a single god waits for us beyond the dark

But truly, who has greater power than the god of death?

None of the Egyptian languages he'd ever spoken had a word for soul; he'd watched this concept evolve over the centuries after he left his kingdom, this concept of a vaporous version of self that connected one to higher purpose, a version of self that could depart the flesh, entering some disembodied realm, awaiting reunion with the body or traveling onwards into a vaunted afterlife.

The dead are so close they can hear us, she thought. "Ah, but you see," said the tall white-haired Ryan, as if he'd read her mind, "in New Orleans, we never really leave them out.

matter that we all die, and do not know where we go when we die, or if a justice or explanation awaits us.

What if heaven is just a vast consciousness that the dead return to? And their assignment is to report on the experiences they collected during their time on earth. The

I wonder what it's like to be dead.

Forget heaven and hell, yaar," he says as he leaves. "It's purgatory I'm concerned about. We call it Earth.

If Heaven ain't filled with gender-swapping Indians, I said, then I don't want to go there.

What scares me least? The Afterlife. Really. Who cares? I'm going to be a good person no matter what is supposed to happen after I die.

there was a reason why there was only a single stairway to heaven, but an entire highway to hell.

And if I die? (Fang) I'll know and I won't be happy. Remember, wolf, I'm one of the few beings who can follow you into the afterworld and seriously fuck you up there. Don't fail me. (Thorn)