After Death Quotes

“Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.”
― H. Rider Haggard, She

“He gave everything to everybody. Except to me.”
― J.K. Rowling, The Casual Vacancy

“The purpose of life is to familiarize oneself with this after-death body so that the act of dying will not create confusion in the psyche.”
― Terence McKenna

“Don't divide me into before and after.”
― Courtney Summers

“And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love and no warmth, nor any touching of the lips. Nothing perchance, or perchance but bitter memories of what might have been.”
― H. Rider Haggard, She

“That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.”
― H. Rider Haggard, She

“It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“The only way to survive after death is by breathing life into the universe before death.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, The Book of Maxims, Poems and Anecdotes

“I am constantly mystified by what John ends up remembering… I just don’t understand why he’s able to hang on to information like that, while so many other more important memories evaporate.
Then again, I suppose so much of what stays with us is often insignificant. The memories we take to the ends of our lives have no real rhyme or reason, especially when you think of the endless things that you do over the course of a day, a week, a month, a year, a lifetime. All the cups of coffee, hand-washings, changes of clothes, lunches, goings to the bathroom, headaches, naps, walks to school, trips to the grocery store, conversations about the weather—all the things so unimportant they should be immediately forgotten.
Yet they aren’t. I often think of the Chinese red bathrobe I had when I was twenty-seven years old; the sound of our first cat Charlie’s feet on the linoleum of our old house; the hot rarefied air around aluminum pot the moment before the kernels of popcorn burst open. I think of these things as often as I think about getting married or giving birth or the end of the Second World War.
What is truly amazing is that before you know it, sixty years go by and you can remember maybe eight or nine important events, along with a thousand meaningless ones. How can that be?
You want to think there’s a pattern to it all because it makes you feel better, gives you some sense of a reason why we’re here, but there really isn’t any. People look for God in these patterns, these reasons, but only because they don’t know where else to look.
Things happen to us: some of it important, most of it not, and a little of it stays with us till the end. What stays after that? I’ll be damned if I know.
(pp.174-175)”
― Michael Zadoorian, The Leisure Seeker

“And a soul would run by a living being, touch them softly on the shoulder or cheek, and continue on its way to heaven. The dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. They speak of a chill in the air. The mates of the deceased wake from dreams and see a figure standing at the end of their bed, or in a doorway, or boarding, phantomlike, a city bus.”
― Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

“If there is but one pearl of wisdom I have to impart to you, after all my observations here thus far, it is do not take yourself too seriously. Because when you get here, you might just find that you are not exactly who or what you thought you were.”
― Natasha Rendell, Arthur’s Cosmic Heaven

“…it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, it is his face, and the days we spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man himself it is not.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

“Today, I have a serene look on death, and without particular religious feelings, I have an absolute conviction that we continue to live after our death, in another indeterminable metamorphose, just like a butterfly that comes out of its cocoon.
But we also live on in the memory of those who remain.”
― Anoir Ou-Chad, Lemon Twist

“[Charlie is dying:]
After what seemed a long while, but hadn’t been, Marsh gave Paulette’s hand a warm and caring squeeze. “They’re here for him,” she said.
But their heavenly visitors didn’t take him right away. They had to make room for the chaos of modern medical urgencies. To get out of the way of well-trained professionals who had dedicated their lives to holding back Heaven.
Choppers are just as noisy and turbulent as we imagine them to be. One tore in over the hills and shattered every bit of peace Charlie otherwise could have lost himself into.
In an instant the Med-Evac team was all over him. In the midst of that blatant orchestrated chaos Paulette fought to find her peace, and to hold him inside it.
“Hang on, buddy,” techs kept telling him. “Don’t go leaving us now. You just hang in there.”
But they didn’t understand, Paulette thought. It was his time.
The chopper made a horrible racket carrying him off. Marsh, Paulette, and Ailana held their peace as its winds whipped their world into a froth.
Harve’s face twisted with something that might conceivably have been rage.
Then, all of a sudden, the birds sang, as though someone had given them a cue.
“So that’s what it’s like,” Marsha said, very softly.
“The afterlife.
“My God, it’s so beautiful.”
― Edward Fahey, The Gardens of Ailana

“There is only one thing you can take with you after your death, which is knowledge”
― Dido Stargaze

“We live in a world where some people believe in an afterlife, yet they would not want to die.”
― John Joclebs Bassey, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“Decades after little Colleen’s death, my sister Kathy still loves her daughter dearly. Colleen was born with cerebral palsy. She died in Kath’s arms in a rocking chair at the age of six. They were listening to a music box that looked very much like a smiling pink bunny.
The opening quote in this book, “I will love you forever, but I’ll only miss you for the rest of my life,” is from Kath’s nightly prayers to her child.
Colleen couldn’t really talk or walk very well, but loved untying my mother’s tennis shoes and then laughing. When Mom died decades later we sent her off in tennis shoes so Colleen would have something to untie in Heaven.
In the meantime, Dad had probably been taking really good care of her up there. He must have been aching to hug her for all of her six years on earth.
Mom’s spirit comes back to play with great grandchildren she’d never met or had a chance to love while she was still – I almost said “among the living.” In my family, though, the dead don’t always stay that way. You can be among the living without technically being alive. Mom comes back to play, but Dad shows up only in emergencies. They are both watching over their loved ones.
“The Mourning After” is dedicated to all those we have had the joy of loving before they’ve slipped away to the other side.
It then celebrates the joy of re-unions.”
― Edward Fahey, The Mourning After

“After death, I will lose my opportunity to complain so I will accept everything with love.”
― Debasish Mridha

“Marina wouldn't want to be remembered because she dead. She would want to be remembered because she's good.”
― Anne Fadiman, The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories

“The afterlife? Why do you think that you deserve another life? Have you done a great job with this one?" - On the Afterlife”
― Lamine Pearlheart, Aether

“Not far from me, a little girl is sitting on the aisle seat. A peach glows in her hand. Moments ago she asked her mother, What do we miss the most when we die? And I almost responded. But her mother put a thick finger on her lips: Shh, children should not talk about death, and she looked at me for a brief second, apologetically. Food, I almost said to the girl. We miss peaches, strawberries, delicacies like Sandhurst curry, kebab pasanda and rogan josh. The dead do not eat marzipan. The smell of bakeries torments them day and night.”
― Jaspreet Singh, Chef

“It's nice to think my ideas can still entertain and challenge people after I'm gone, but I would like the royalties for them while I'm alive.”
― Stewart Stafford

“I'll SEE YOU either HERE or THERE-----or IN THE AIR.”
― Phil Driscoll

“American spiritualism, -- a movement that at its peak claimed more than a million followers -- was born out of the basic human longing for contact with a loved one lost to death.”
― Nancy Rubin Stuart

“American spiritualism -- a movement that at its peak claimed more than a million followers -- was born out of the basic human longing for contact with a loved one lost to death. but to literalists, spiritualism's true spark came in 1848 from something no more or less powerful than a bored teenage girl.”
― Nancy Rubin Stuart , The Reluctant Spiritualist: A Life of Maggie Fox

“After many years of contemplation, I realized that I will never be satisfied in this world; for my soul was created to live in another.”
― Anoir Ou-Chad

“If humans can take away all their wealth after their deaths, almost everyone will carry everything along with them, even not leaving some for their own children. This is an ugly reality of human greed.”
― Dido Stargaze

“After death, you will not be the same as you were before your birth because you lost your innocence.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“If you die before you die, you won’t die when you die.”
― Greek saying

“I know it might be said that death is about as important as the final whistle in a football match: that it is what happens before that matters. True, but after a football match there are other football matches; after death there’s nothing. I don’t think death can be fitly compared to anything in life, since it is by its nature entirely unlike."

Letters to Monica,
5 Nov. 1952”
― Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica