Emily Dickinson Quotes

No man can pass into eternity, for he is already in it.

Death is the waiting-room where we robe ourselves for immortality.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

Most of us believe that we possess some aspect of eternity that will insure some kind of survival beyond death. The only problem with those strategies is they forget that only God is eternal. We are finite.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

I will burn, but this is a mere event. We shall continue our discussion in eternity.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

I also believe that when one dies, one may wake up to the reality that proves that time does not exist.

Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.

There isn't such a thing as death. It's just a departure.

I have good hope that there is something after death.

That when we live no more, We may live ever

In the ordinary, everyday understandings of the words involved, to say that someone survived death is to contradict yourself; while to assert that all of us live forever is to assert a manifest falsehood, the flat contrary of a universally known truth: namely, the truth that all human beings are mortal. For when, after some disaster, the 'dead' and the 'survivors' have both been listed, what logical space remains for a third category?

I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But as much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking.

Someone dying asks if there is life after death. Yes, comes the answer, only not yours.

Life after death is the elephant in the living room, the one that we are not supposed to notice.

I believe in life after death.

But you're dead,' said Harry. 'Oh, yes,' said Dumbledore matter-of-factly. 'Then... am I dead too?' 'Ah,' said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. 'That is the question, isn't it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not.

The grave Is but the threshold of eternity.

Immortality--twin sister of Eternity.

Brethren, we are all sailing home; and by and by, when we are not thinking of it, some shadowy thing (men call it death), at midnight, will pass by, and will call us by name, and will say, "I have a message for you from home; God wants you; heaven waits for you.