Quotes About Afterlife

Time demonstrates that Paradise is not cheap and that Hell is not futile.

Hell is paved with priests' skulls.

It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die. 'Cause I don't know what's up there, beyond the sky.

Today, the tantalizing question for science is, If the human consciousness or soul does indeed continue to exist well past the traditional marker that defines death, does it really ever die as an entity? Our

Clov: Do you believe in the life to come?Hamm: Mine was always like that.

Marriage is distinctly and repeatedly excluded from heaven. Is this because it is thought likely to mar the general felicity?

It is death, and not what comes after death, that men are generally afraid of.

It is wonderful that five thousand years have now elapsed since the creation of the world, and still it is undecided whether or not there has ever been an instance of the spirit of any person appearing after death. All argument is against it; but all belief is for it.

You will flitter invisible among the indistinct dead in Hell's palace darting fitfully

but a kind of yearning has hold of me—to die and to look upon the dewy lotus banks of Acheron

When you lie dead no one will remember or long for you later. You do not share the roses of Pieria. Unseen here and in the house of Hades, flown away, you will flitter among dim corpses.

DON'T MIND ME, I'M JUST DEAD!

The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.

When we pass through what we call death, we do not loose the world. Indeed, we see it for the first time as it really is.

UNUSED LYRIC I've never been to Eden But it's nice I hear tell When I die I'll go to heaven 'Cause I've done my time in hell

Time, how short-eternity, how long! Death, how brief-immortali ty, how endless!

Sé de gentes a quienes he frecuentado toda mi vida y que no reconoceré en los infiernos.

People say it's the finality of death that they can't handle. But what was tearing me apart was that I didn't know where Aidan was. I mean, he had to be somewhere. All his opinions and thoughts and memories and hopes and feelings, all the things that were unique to him, that made him a one-off human being—they couldn't be just gone.

People say it's the finality of death that they can't handle. But what was tearing me apart was that I didn't know where Aidan was. I mean, he had to be somewhere.

If you thought dead was just dead, then you wouldn't have to worry about any of this.

Why should a man with no other expectation of an afterlife than adding his bit of clay to verdant Iowa experience dread? His father told him once that the more scrupulous a conscience is, the heavier the burden it carries.

Would it be so strange to think that upon death, when there is no newly created consciousness in the continuation of our histories, we might experience ourselves in God as participants in God's own life? And

I think people believe in heaven because they don't like the idea of dying, because they want to carry on living and they don't like the idea that other people will move into their house and put their things into the rubbish.

The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven not man's.