After Life Quotes

“Walter Issacson biographer of Steve Jobs:

I remember sitting in his backyard in his garden, one day, and he started talking about God. He [Jobs] said, “ Sometimes I believe in God, sometimes I don’t. I think it’s 50/50, maybe. But ever since I’ve had cancer, I’ve been thinking about it more, and I find myself believing a bit more, maybe it’s because I want to believe in an afterlife, that when you die, it doesn’t just all disappear. The wisdom you’ve accumulated, somehow it lives on.”

Then he paused for a second and said, “Yea, but sometimes, I think it’s just like an On-Off switch. Click. And you’re gone.” And then he paused again and said, “ And that’s why I don’t like putting On-Off switches on Apple devices.”

Joy to the WORLD! There IS an after-life!”
― Walter Isaacson, Steve Jobs

“Believe what you believe and it will be,
believe what others believe and they will consume you!”
― Stanley Victor Paskavich

“The things that come to us easily, our propensities, are carried on a deep subconscious level into our next life. There are no coincidences.”
― Raquel Cepeda, Bird of Paradise: How I Became Latina

“How did I picture the life after the grave?

I Fairly bawled out at him: 'A life in which I can remember this life on earth. That's all I want of it.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“When it's all over and the dust from our Ancestors bodies and our own settle from the four winds only then will we see that we were here!”
― Stanley Victor Paskavich

“When I lived here and woke up from the fog in my head, I would walk by myself to the grave site set aside for me, so that I could feel comfortable if I lived there after death.”
― Kyung-Sook Shin, Please Look After Mom

“কোরবানির ঈদ আসন্ন। আমরা শিক্ষকদের বাড়ি বাড়ি গিয়ে বললাম, আপনারা এই ঈদে তো কোরবানি দেবেন। চামড়ার টাকাটা আমাদের দান করুন। আমরা বস্তির বাচ্চাদের জন্য একটা স্কুল বানাতে যাচ্ছি। সকলেই বললেন, তোমরা খুব ভালো কাজ করছ। এইসব অবহেলিত শিশুদের মধ্যে জ্ঞানের আলো জ্বালাতে যাচ্ছ। এই প্রশংসা-বাক্য শুনেই আমাদের সন্তুষ্ট থাকতে হল। একজন ছাড়া কেউ কোরবানির চামড়া দিতে রাজি হলেন না। মাদ্রাসার হুজুরেরা প্রতি বছর চামড়ার টাকা নিতে আসেন, তাদের বঞ্চিত করা যাবে না। তর্ক করে লাভ নেই। মাদ্রাসার দাবি ঠেলে আমরা বস্তির শিশুদের দাবি প্রতিষ্ঠা করতে পারব না। আমরা তো আর ধর্ম শিক্ষা দিচ্ছিনে। আমরা নিজেরাও কেউ গোলটুপিঅলা হুজুর নই। আমাদের বাচ্চাদের স্কুলে দান করলে তো পরকালে পুণ্য সঞ্চয়ের কোনো সম্ভাবনা নেই।”
― Ahmed Sofa, পুষ্প, বৃক্ষ এবং বিহঙ্গ পুরাণ

“«Ἀνάγκης θυγατρός κόρης Λαχέσεως λόγος. Ψυχαὶ ἐφήμεροι, ἀρχὴ ἂλλης περιόδου θνητοῦ γένους θανατηφόρου. Οὐχ ὑμᾶς δαίμων λήξεται, ἀλλ’ ὑμεῖς δαίμονα αἱρήσεσθε. Πρῶτος δ’ ὁ λαχών πρῶτος αἱρείσθω βίον ᾧ συνέσται ἐξ ἀνάγκης. Ἀρετὴ δὲ ἀδέσποτον, ἣν τιμῶν καὶ ἀτιμάζων πλέον καὶ ἒλαττον αὐτῆς ἓκαστος ἓξει. Αἰτία ἑλομένου. θεὸς ἀναίτιος.»”
― Plato

“Smartass Disciple: Master, where will you go after your soul leaves your body?
Master of Stupidity: What makes you think a soul will go elsewhere physically?”
― Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity

“Don't worry much about the after-life, Just like you don't worry about your before-Life. Worry (and be grateful) about THIS life. This one DOES count”
― Pablo

“Total Enlightenment is 'Vision without Purpose'.”
― Stanley Victor Paskavich

“Walk a bit further.
There is a different land not far away.
The people in it have the magic to break the icy fingers of the great death.
I heard that you don’t even have to pay.
However, you have to find their door.
It is only found by those who pay the other price.”
― Donna Goddard, Love's Longing

“I'm half way to Heaven and half way to Hell with each breath I take in this mortal shell.”
― Stanley Victor Paskavich

“You know, through my travels and meeting people who were part of Miriam’s life, I’m learning that it’s the things you say and do that people remember you for. She is no longer here but she lives on in people’s hearts and minds.”
― Phaedra Patrick, The Curious Charms of Arthur Pepper

“But, Aunt... I don't want to go to the grave site set aside for me a few years ago at the ancestral grave site. I don't want to go there. When I lived here and woke up from the fog in my head, I would walk by myself to the grave site set aside for me, so that I could feel comfortable if I lived there after death. It was sunny, and I liked the pine tree that stood bent but tall, but remaining a member of this family even in death would be too much and too hard. To try to change my mind, I would sing and pull weeds, sitting there until the sun set, but nothing made me feel comfortable there. I lived with this family for over fifty years; please let me go now.”
― Kyung-Sook Shin

“We all are wearing many hundred glasses of different colors. Therefore, everyone sees the world in different views. Somehow, if we could remove those glasses, we can see the world with real colors. Name of the most difficult to remove glass is ‘there are permanent things of mine.”
― Muditha Champika, Theories of Nature and the Universe: Comparison of Pure Buddhist Philosophy and Science

“[...] I talk to the dead although I don't believe in ghosts. But it makes me feel good to speak with them. Maybe that is what God is. A good God wouldn't have let my babies die. I can't believe in that. My babies did nothing wrong."

"I agree. They did nothing wrong." He looked at her thoughtfully.

"But a God that did everything we thought was right and good wouldn't be the creator of the universe. He would be our puppet. He wouldn't be God. There's more to everything than we can know.”
― Min Jin Lee, Pachinko

“The Word of God prepares you for a better life in this world and after you leave this world.”
― Gift Gugu Mona

“Living is death; dying is life. We are not what we appear to be. On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that, citizens; on this side, orphans, on that, children; on this side, captives; on that, freemen; on this side, disguised, unknown; on that, disclosed and proclaimed as the sons of God.”
― Henry Ward Beecher

“If you are looking for a great life in this life and beyond, you need to be introduced to a man who needs no introduction. His name is Jesus Christ. He has the sole ability to introduce people, to an everlasting life.”
― Gift Gugu Mona

“I stand on a vast grass field of many gently sloping hills. It is night, yet the sky is bright. There is no sun, but a hundred blazing blue stars, each shining in a long river of nebulous cloud. The air is warm, pleasant, fragrant with the perfume of a thousand invisible flowers. In the distance a stream of people walk toward a large vessel of some type, nestled between the hills. The ship is violet, glowing; the bright rays that stab forth from it seem to reach to the stars. Somehow I know that it is about to leave and that I am supposed to be on it. Yet, before I depart, there is something I have to discuss with Lord Krishna.
He stands beside me on the wide plain, his gold flute in his right hand, a red lotus slower in his left. His dress is simple, as is mine - long blue gowns that reach to the ground. Only he wears a single jewel around his neck - the brilliant Kaustubha gem, in which the destiny of every soul can be seen. He does not look at me but toward the vast ship, and the stars beyond. He seems to be waiting for me to speak, but for some reason I cannot remember what he said last. I only know that I am a special case. Because I do not know what to ask, I say what is most on my mind.
"When will I see you again, my Lord?"
He gestures to the vast plain, the thousands of people leaving. "The earth is a place of time and dimension. Moments here can seem like an eternity there. It all depends on your heart. When you remember me, I am there in the blink of an eye."
"Even on earth?"
He nods. "Especially there. It is a unique place. Even the gods pray to take birth there."
"Why that, my Lord?"
He smiles faintly. His smile is bewitching. It has been said, I know, that the smile of the Lord has bewildered the minds of the angels. It has bewildered mine.
"One quest always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about." He turns toward me finally, his long black hair blowing in the soft night breeze. The stars reflect in his black pupils; the whole universe is there. The love that flows from him is the sweetest ambrosia in all the heavens. Yet it breaks my heart to feel because I know it will soon be gone. "It is all maya," he says. "Illusion."
"Will I get lost in this illusion, my Lord?"
"Of course. It is to be expected. You will be lost for a long time.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“Suicide does not end it all as we all think but it's the beginning of another phase which is determined by how we spent this phase and killing yourself puts you in a very bad position, eternally.”
― ikechukwu Izuakor , Great Reflections on Success

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

“The freedom is really free only happened in this life: after life is pseudo freedom”
― Giharu Si Perempuan Gunung

“I stand on a vast grass field of many gently sloping hills. It is night, yet the sky is bright. There is no sun, but a hundred blazing blue stars, each shining in a long river of nebulous cloud. The air is warm, pleasant, fragrant with the perfume of a thousand invisible flowers. In the distance a stream of people walk toward a large vessel of some type, nestled between the hills. The ship is violet, glowing; the bright rays that stab forth from it seem to reach to the stars. Somehow I know that it is about to leave and that I am supposed to be on it. Yet, before I depart, there is something I have to discuss with Lord Krishna.
He stands beside me on the wide plain, his gold flute in his right hand, a red lotus slower in his left. His dress is simple, as is mine - long blue gowns that reach to the ground. Only he wears a single jewel around his neck - the brilliant Kaustubha gem, in which the destiny of every soul can be seen. He does not look at me but toward the vast ship, and the stars beyond. He seems to be waiting for me to speak, but for some reason I cannot remember what he said last. I only know that I am a special case. Because I do not know what to ask, I say what is most on my mind.
"When will I see you again, my Lord?"
He gestures to the vast plain, the thousands of people leaving. "The earth is a place of time and dimension. Moments here can seem like an eternity there. It all depends on your heart. When you remember me, I am there in the blink of an eye."
"Even on earth?"
He nods. "Especially there. It is a unique place. Even the gods pray to take birth there."
"Why that, my Lord?"
He smiles faintly. His smile is bewitching. It has been said, I know, that the smile of the Lord has bewildered the minds of the angels. It has bewildered mine.
"One question always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about." He turns toward me finally, his long black hair blowing in the soft night breeze. The stars reflect in his black pupils; the whole universe is there. The love that flows from him is the sweetest ambrosia in all the heavens. Yet it breaks my heart to feel because I know it will soon be gone. "It is all maya," he says. "Illusion."
"Will I get lost in this illusion, my Lord?"
"Of course. It is to be expected. You will be lost for a long time.”
― Christopher Pike, Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice

“How painful will it be that after taking your life, you get to see how close you are to your desired greatness? You get to see the glory you could have enjoyed but you gave it all up.”
― ikechukwu Izuakor , Great Reflections on Success

“Enjoy the company of your loved ones while they are still alive. For death shall separate us, there is no meeting in the afterlife.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Nobody really belongs in purgatory. It’s not a destination point, it’s a waiting room.”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“They had found honey in the pyramids, buried among the dead—in case they’d gotten hungry on their journey. He wondered what the dead did now, without any more paths to guide them to the stars.”
― Sara Barkat, The Shivering Ground & Other Stories

“I don’t think she’s really gone…’ Robert hesitates. ‘I just think we can’t see her any more.’
‘What do you mean?’
He straightens up, then hunches forward on his knees.
‘I was reading this thing by St Augustine…’
‘I didn’t know you’re religious.’
‘I’m not, really. But he wrote some pretty good stuff. There’s this bit where he’s talking about time, and how it’s just an illusion.’
Ella frowns. ‘Then what are clocks doing?’
‘They’re measuring the teeth on a cog, or the number of times a pendulum has gone back and forth…’ He looks at Ella’s frown. ‘I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. But what he’s saying is, there’s no such thing as the past or the future, just this big, eternal now.’
Ella tries to get her head around this, craning her neck so she’s looking right up through the gaps in the clouds. The stars flicker.
‘Nope, I don’t get it.’
‘Well, he compares it to a poem…but you could imagine it like a record.’
‘A record?’
‘Yeah, imagine a seventy-eight.’
Ella closes her eyes and pictures the record.
‘So, you put it on the turntable and listen to the first verse of the song, then there’s a chorus, then another verse. While you’re listening to the second verse, the first verse is still there, spinning around on the record, but you’re not listening to it any more. St Augustine said that the record is like a human life, or all of human history.’
Ella thinks for a moment. The idea is starting to take shape in her head as she imagines the shiny black disc, spinning on its axis. She’s not sure if it makes sense or not, but the idea is attractive. She thinks of all the people who have gone before them, their lives still spinning through infinity like silent songs.
‘So where’s Rene, in this metaphor?’
‘She’s like…’ Robert thinks for a moment. ‘She’s like a clarinet solo in the first verse. A beautiful solo, harmonizing with the melody. And then she stops, and she doesn’t repeat again for the rest of the song…but she’s still there, on the record.”
― Joe Heap, When the Music Stops