Small as a pea. Wider than the sea. This is where you and I came to be.

Rabe’a al-Adiwiyah, a great woman saint of Sufism, was seen running through the streets of her hometown, Basra, carrying a torch in one hand and a bucket of water in the other. When someone asked...

We don’t want our politicians bending to the whims of whichever corporation has the money to pay them off.

I don’t know anything about the afterlife because I haven’t been there yet.

A theory of personal resurrection or reincarnation of the individual is untenable when we but pause to consider the magnitude of the idea. On the contrary, I must believe that rather than the survival of...

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Well, suppose we remain upon earth, after all? Suppose we bravely accept the death of our dreams at the same time as the death of our bodies? This beyond is decidedly uncertain, quite vague and...

How much would it be? I mean, how much do you charge?

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

I make a joke of it, but… but I’m afraid of death.” He straightened up and turned to look into Joseph’s eyes. Joseph saw the fear there and was shocked by the intensity of it....

It has been suggested that the color of an aura can reveal characteristics about the generating source.

We all end up dying in the end. It’s just a question of how and when.

Now love doesn’t stop at death – or if it does, it’s a pretty poor sort of love! In fact, grief could almost be defined as the form love takes when the object of love...

Yes, stop your beliefs for a few moments now and then and Be-Life.

We had enough quite enough snobbery in this world without exporting it to the hereafter.

But how can the characters in a play guess the plot? We are not the playwright, we are not the producer, we are not even the audience. We are on the stage. To play well...

When I wake up I go through an abbreviated process of mourning all over again. Plainly, there’s something within me that’s ready to believe in life after death. And it’s not the least bit interested...

It thanked her for the life she breathed into hits being; without her influence, this little being would not have been in the Garden of Glory.

And what if there are only spiders there, or something of that sort

Eternity was a restless bitch.

Ask very pointed questions. Sharp as sword blades, or laser blasts, if you catch my meaning.

Time,” the Captain said, “is not what you think.” He sat down next to Eddie. “Dying? Not the end of everything. We think it is. But what happens on earth is only the beginning.

Natural law has decreed it so. Isn’t death as much a part of the flow as life? Why fight it? Because maybe the flow splashes into a bottomless pit past that blind turn.

You are dead- what am I speaking to?

How many ills, how many infirmities, does man owe to his excesses, his ambition – in a word, to the indulgence of his various passions! He who should live soberly in all respects, who should...

IGNORANCE is without gaining Knowledge & Knowledge is gained without IGNORANCE

What are those glorious dots? Those, dear one, are forget-me-nots!

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me.

It was one of those dreams from which she woke up depressed about her reality, filled with a longing that pulled at her insides, wishing the dream could have lasted forever, or at least much...

The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead.

Endings are not always bad. Most times they’re just beginnings in disguise.

The chief problem about death, incidentally, is the fear that there may be no afterlife – a depressing thought, particularly for those who bothered to shave. Also, there is the fear that there is an...

True spiritual love is not a feeble imitation and anticipation of death, but a triumph over death, not a separation of the immortal form from the mortal, of the eternal from the temporal, but a...

then I hope I end up in Damnation. At least there I might be able to get a wink or two of sleep.

And here we see again that we do not decide our own lives. Dieneke, even if we won’t see each other again on earth, we will never be sorry for what we did, that we...

If there’s hell below, we’re all gonna go.

Perhaps the day will come when Western science is able to confirm the existence of immaterial forces and realms. Compelling research in the field of parapsychology indirectly points to this possibility, yet most people in...

You’ll find a way. You’ll always find a way. And on the rare occasions when you can’t, you’ll have friends who will.

The myth of purgatory is an allegory, a projection, from the present on to the future. This is why purgatory appeals to the imagination. It is our story. It is where we are now. If...

Death isn’t the end of you life, you know. Your body is a lock. Death is the key. The key turns… and you’re free. To be anywhere. Everywhere. Two places at once. Nowhere. Part of...

In that day every trial borne in patience will be pleasing and the voice of iniquity will be stilled; the devout will be glad; the irreligious will mourn; and the mortified body will rejoice far...

I believe there is no heaven or hell. There are no devils or angels. No afterlife or salvation. My soul won’t be incarnated or lost in the oblivion. One day, I will just stop existing…...

I believe that when I die I shall rot, and nothing of my ego will survive. I am not young and I love life. But I should scorn to shiver with terror at the thought...

One’s past can’t be erased, it can only be learned from, the child taught her.

Sweet Evelyn, I think, I should have loved you better.Possessing perfect knowledge I hover above him as he hacks me to bits. I see his rough childhood. I see his mother doing something horrid to...

Life goes on. And so does death.

It seemed like it was always autumn in this field – it was fitting really. Everything was shaded with the bronzes and yellows of faded pictures from an old photo album, it was a realm...

It must not be thought, however, that in pagan Ireland Fairyland was altogether conceived as a Hades or place of the dead. We have already seen that in some of its types and aspects it...

At first it’s pretty cool: the limitless fruit of knowledge hanging low in your path. Then you realize it’s the only thing to eat around here.

When we were alive, they told us that when we died we’d go to heaven. And they said that heaven was a place of joy and glory and we would spend eternity in the company...