Quotes About Afterlife

Tibetan Book of the Dead

I frequently have a feeling that they [the Dead] are standing directly behind us, waiting to hear what answer we will give to them, and what answer to destiny.

From time immemorial, men have had ideas about a Supreme Being (one or several) and about the Land of the Hereafter. Only modern man thinks he can do without them.

It is only for a while. I will receive you when you die, with special love.' "'That won't do me any good.' Essa struggles through sobs, finds speech, bends it until she can keep hold of it. 'It won't be a little while for me. It'll be my life. And when you receive me, I'll be dead.

A los muertos nos fastidia tener que hablar con los vivos. Si no fuera porque tenemos muchas historias que contar, nunca lo haríamos

What happens after death is so glorious that our imagination, our feelings do not suffice to form even an approimate conception of it. Memories and Dreams,Carl Jung

I don't know if once you die you remember things that happened to you when you were alive. It makes a certain logical sense that you wouldn't. That being dead will feel like before you were born, which is to say, a whole lot of nothingness.

Do you honestly think that where you're buried has any bearing on where your spirit lives?

Dormir sin soñar. He oído hablar sobre el sueño de los muertos. ¿Será así la muerte? ¿Como el sueñecito más agradable, cálido y profundo del mundo, un sueño sin fin? En ese caso, no me importaría. Si morir es así, de verdad que no me preocuparía en absoluto.

Clay is in the Everlife now. We should be happy for him.

was the fear of death and everything that went with it in this place:

Unsereins ist doch einmal unselig in der und der andern Welt, ich glaub´ wenn wir in Himmel kämen, so müssten wir donnern helfen.

When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.

George Anderson, We Don't Die.

Life for the living, and rest for the dead!

Death is for many of us the gate of hell; but we are inside on the way out, not outside on the way in.

Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again.

The Khanum?" Arland coughed. The last sip of tea must've gone wrong. "Are you unwell?" Dagorkun inquired. "Healthy as a krahr," Arland said. "That's such a relief. I would hate for some illness to interfere and spoil the grand celebration I planned when I send you to your afterlife.

They say the dead have no memories and know no pain." George's voice was barely above a whisper, but somehow it was louder than the pleas of the corpses. "It's not that way for me.

She was pretty sure that if you died in the South, you'd have a layover in Atlanta before you reached the afterlife. But

I have never in my life needed you to loan me money. If I was dead, and the ferryman needed a coin to take me across the river to the afterlife, and you had the only quarter in existence, I'd tell you to stick it up your ass.

You know what. You've killed me and sent me to hell, and you must descend to the underworld to find me and make me live again. If you don't come for me, I'll become a demon and drag you down into the dark.

If only one could believe that death was waking up.

I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse.