Bill Engvall Quotes

Dear Mama, don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good, Tell the homies I'm in heaven, and they ain't got hoods. Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook, Drippin' peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke.

One of the greatest gifts we can give people is the hope that their death is nothing to fear - you know, not that it has no fear in it, but the promise of scripture is that God will lead us through the valley of the shadow of death.

I am your fairy tale. Your dream. Your wishes and desires, and I am your thirst and your hunger and your food and your drink.

I had a wonderful family including my aunts, uncles and cousins but they've all gone to heaven.

Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.

I'm terribly sad about Farrah's passing. She was incredibly brave, and God will be welcoming her with open arms.

God and death kind of resemble each other, because the only time a lot of people will try and talk to God is when someone's died.

Religion provides the only story that is fundamentally consoling in the face of the worst possible experiences - the death of a parent, for instance. In fact, many religions take away the problem entirely, because their adherents ostensibly believe that they're going to be reunited with everyone they love, and death is an illusion.

I've had dialogues with my dead mother over the 40 years since she died.

If we can understand that death is not the end but is really a transition into the next life, the great part of life, that frees us up into receiving God's courage and his help.

We shall see our friends again. We can lay them in the grave; we know they are safe with God.

When we lost Bobby, I would wake up in the morning and think, 'He's OK. He's in Heaven, and he's with Jack and a lot of my brothers and sisters and my parents.' So it made it very easy to get through the day thinking he was OK.

You don’t want no pie in the sky when you die.

The idea of an afterlife where you can be reunited with loved ones can be immensely consoling - though not to me.

Religion is there to say, 'Hey, you don't have to worry - there's an afterlife.'

I think people need reassurance that there is an afterlife. That's perfectly understandable.

When my father died of cancer in 1991, he left me with the assurance that he was headed to a better place. He used to always tell me that I was getting the raw end of the deal because I had to stick around here.

I think everyone, especially after the passing of a loved one, starts to hope that maybe there will be something better on the other side.

When I was younger, I had so many people in my family die. In my mind, heaven was as physical a place as home or school, and I knew that everyone I loved was together, enormously happy, and watching over me and awaiting my coming to this extraordinary place.

Oh, do not cry - be good children and we will all meet in heaven.

I am no theologian. I would not be surprised, however, if Heaven proved to be a cozy kitchen, where delicious treats appeared in the oven and in the refrigerator whenever you wanted them, and where the cupboards were full of good books.

Someday a loving Hand will be laid upon our shoulder and this brief message will be given: "Come home.

I must keep alive in myself the desire for my true country, which I shall not find till after death.

Yes, you have been away a very long time.' 'Oh, centuries and centuries; so long,' she said, 'that I'm sure I'm dead and buried and this dear old place is heaven.

Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.