Quotes About Afterlife

Thanks," he says, and his eyelids flutter a bit, as if he's heard what he's come to hear. This is what is meant by last words: they are keys to unlock the afterlife. They're not last words but passwords, and as soon as they're spoken you can go.

There were so many dead their spirits could no longer be contained in the darkness, and, like deer, their population had spilled over into parts of the town reserved for the living.

This is what meant by last words: they are keys to unlock the afterlife. They're not last words, but passwords, and as soon they're spoken you can go

What is it like.... what is it like to be dead?' Evan looked at him with his dull, unblinking blue eyes, ' I don't know, what is it like...... to be alive?

The dead once lived but the living have not yet died...

"How we behave toward cats here below determines our status in heaven."

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

When you die, i.e., when your physical body is finished with this earth ... and your astral entity goes on to the astral world ... it has to stand alone and answer for successes and failures.

Maybe that's what a ghost is - a presence of the dead in the dreams of the living.

Oh death, thou hast thy sting! oh, grave, thou hast thy victory!

Death is the origin of all religions, and perhaps if there had been no death there would have been no gods.

I cannot consider death as any thing but a removing from one room to another.

Up to then, neither Mother nor Pop had any immediate church connections, but used to meet with a few others at spiritualistic seances, sometimes at home, sometimes elsewhere around the block. A prime mover in this form of religious service was old man Demarest, a devout believer. The chief tenet of these earnest persons was that the dead did live as spirits about us and would come or could be called to us at certain times by prayer or otherwise. There were curious consequences.

And then he died. He did not know he was dead.

I suppose the question to ask you, is where you been all the time you were dead?

Heaven might not be what everyone thinks it is, but that don't mean it's a myth.

What you offering? You scratch my soul, you know, I'll scratch yours. Tit for tat, darling. So what you been in? We all like a bit of theology here, love, no need to be shy." He licked his lips. "Give us an afterlife, go on.

The dead are way more organized than the living.

Dead … might not be quiet at all.

There should be no fear of death, for the death of the body is but a gentle passing to a much freer life

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

Here all may see my body lie/ But not my soul, for that can fly!

I know paradise has many gates, just as hell does. One has to learn to distinguish between them, or one is lost.