Seneca the Younger Quotes

When you're dead, you're done.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

Death promises nothing--not even oblivion.

There is nothing after death, and death itself is nothing.

When you're dead, you're dead. That's it.

It is only the dead who do not return.

I don't fear death, it must be like a long sleep.

How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

Where do you go when you die? The same place you were before you were born; nowhere! It's over!

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

Death, that final evil, is one of the paths to eternity. Endless life in the conditions of our existence would be a nightmare.

The people who pretend that dying is rather like strolling into the next room always leave me unconvinced. Death, like birth, must be a tremendous event.

Never the grave gives back what it has won!

So when I'm killed, don't wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You'll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you've read.

Death is wonderful because you can't think about it. How are you gonna think about it?

Death is the end of every worldly pain.

You will die and it will all be over. You will die and find out everything or cease asking.

I g-g-guess...I'm dead?" she heard her own voice call out, strangely high-pitched and thin. For a long time, she heard nothing else. And then: "Hi, Dead. I'm Dan.

There is no "next" after you are dead and gone from your own world.

tiny: did someone die? me: yeah, i did. he smiles again at that. tiny: well, then... welcome to the afterlife.

Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet!

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

So," he asked. "How's death?" "Hard," she said. "It just keeps going.

"Death," said Akiva. His life was leaving him fast now that he no longer held his wound. His eyes just wanted to drift closed. "I'm ready." "Well, I'm not. I hear it's dull, being dead." She said it lightly, amused, and he peered up at her. Had she just made a joke? She smiled. Smiled. He did, too. Amazed, he felt it happening, as if her smile had triggered a reflex in him. "Dull sounds nice," he said, letting his eyes flutter closed. "Maybe I can catch up on my reading."