#after

Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#death #hope #prayer #death

بعد أن تتطاير أنفاسك..و ينطفئ سنا نظراتك..و يتوقف قلبك عن إزعاج الكون بدقاته..و تسترد الأرض ترابها منك..ماذا تبقي منك ليخبر العالم أنك كنت هنا؟! ↗

— مرعي مصطفي

#death #death

I suppose that now would be the time to ask for forgiveness for all the things I've done, but I'm sure my list would never be complete. I also don't believe that whatever comes after life depends on my correctly reciting a list of my transgressions...I don't believe that what comes after depends on anything I do at all. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#death #death

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

#death #funerals #humorous #death

After World War II, the major estates really did collapse. ↗

— Hugh Bonneville

#collapse #did #estates #ii #major

The conversation progressed, bumper-car style, to a very heated discussion about death and the survival of the soul. It amazes me that we, as a species, can argue so fervently over something that is, when all is said and done, unknowable and unprovable. Nonetheless, we all arrive at conclusions and cleave to our certainties: that there is nothing but the Void; or that we will find ourselves writing an admissions exam at the Pearly Gates. ↗

— Bill Richardson

#death #death

Her past anguish. How do I know that all her anguish is past? I never believed before-I though it immensely improbable- that the faithfulest soul could leap straight into perfection and peace the moment death has rattled in the throat. It would be wishful thinking with a vengeance to take up that belief now. H.was a splendid thing; a soul straight, bright, and tempered like a sword. But not a perfected saint. A sinful woman married to a sinful man; two of God's patients, not yer cured. I know there are not only tears to be dried but stains to be scoured. The sword will be made even brighter. ↗

— C. S. Lewis

#life-after-death #death

When it all comes to an end, please let it be the very end. ↗

— the Farce

#death #death

If I lie down on my bed I must be here, But if I lie down in my grave I may be elsewhere. ↗

— Stevie Smith

#afterworld #death #death

Whose are all these ghosts?” she said, smiling at a flustered-looking Geraldine. “Oh,” said Geraldine, “I think they might be mine...? ↗

— Diane Hall

#ghosts #life-after-death #love #paranormal-romance #psychics