Quotes About Afterlife

Likewise the leader of any state has to do the same, he has to enforce Shariah firmly, for he will be held in account later in the afterlife if he fails.

I believe that when we die, we die - but I believe people's energy stays behind.

I saw a bank of white light, and then I saw all my beloved animals. For a moment I stepped out of my body.

Tell me now, Angel, do you think we shall meet again after we are dead? I want to know. He kissed her to avoid a reply at such a time. "O, Angel--I fear that means no!" said she, with a suppressed sob. "And I wanted so to see you again-- so much, so much! What--not even you and I, Angel, who love each other so well?

Hell is not merely preferable to heaven-it's the only clear notion of an afterlife-of a goal worth striving toward-that human imagination has been able to devise.

But there you put your finger on what it is that separates the sheep from the goats, and vice versa: imagination. Those who possess it have an afterlife; those who don't possess it, or in whom it has greatly atrophied, are reborn as plants or animals. It's as simple, and unfair, as that. You could almost say that heaven is no more than a fantasm generated by the excess energies of the pooled imaginations of the blessed.

Tek Tanr?'ya inan?r?m, ba?ka bir ?eye de?il; bu ya?amdan sonra da mutluluk olmas?n? umut ederim.

Eternity to the godly is a day that has no sunset; eternity to the wicked is a night that has no sunrise.

The dead don't stay interested in us living people for very long. Gradually, gradually, they let go hold of the earth… and the ambitions they had… and the pleasures they had… and the things they suffered… and the people they loved. They get weaned away from earth—that's the way I put it—weaned away.

Maybe when people die, they become a spec in the eye of God. Maybe it Abdul to who I must pray. Maybe he can do in death what he couldn't do in life. Save me from the devils I must face in court.

I am not ascare to die. I am only ascare that after death I be alone. Maybe because of suicide, I go to the hell? If hell all hot and crowded and noiseful, like Christian minister on TV say, then I not care because it will be just like India. But if hell cold and quiet, with lot of snow and leaf-empty trees, and people who smile with string-thin lips, then I ascare. Because it seems so much like my life in Am'rica.

Anubis – A god with a man's body and the head of a dog or jackal.

Near the end they give you morphine. I'm looking forward to that." Serge turned another page. "You might want to bottle some of that excess ambition for the afterlife.

Do you think heaven's like that? Could be worse, said Serge. You know all those pushy people who keep telling us we're not going to heaven? It could be full of them instead.

The thing about death is it's so final, isn't it, really? As far as we know... Nobody has ever come back and told us about it.

I'm learning more and more from every reading that I do. When people come through they're not talking about heaven or hell, but I definitely see that there's a continuation of life and that we do still have the ability to connect to our loved ones and the love that we share with them.

The mechanics of love imply some sort of bridge between the sensual and the spiritual, sometimes to the point of deification; the notion of an afterlife is implicit not only in our couplings, but also in our separations.

I think it's time to explore our relationship to the hereafter and the now and determine whether or not there is a part mankind can play at this time to forestall the nuclear bubble breaking and the world coming to an end.

You could obtain forgiveness for murder, but not in this life. It had to come in the next. To repent, you had to allow your life to be taken.

la muerte no es el final de todo, eso seguro. Pero, tal y como está escrito en todos los libros, es algo que produce un dolor increíble.

Does this feel like heaven? She asked. He laughed, and not nicely. Well, then, you can't be dead. You forget, he said. This could easily be hell.

When good Americans die, they go to Paris'. 'Where do bad Americans go?' 'They stay in America'.

But what world says that [I'm wicked]? It can only be the next world. This world and I are on excellent terms.

This quote is from a Constance O'day Flannery book never fear dying it is simply falling asleep in one world and waking up in another