Barbara Kingsolver Quotes

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

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

I looked death in the eye - and it was a terrible experience.

I smiled and ran my hand through his dark curls. “So, Death, what do we do now?

Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labour, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.

No one knows better than I do how far heaven is, but I also know all the shortcuts. The secret is to die, when you want to, and not when He proposes. Or else to force Him to take you before your time.

The poet does not fear death, not because he believes in the fantasy of heroes, but because death constantly visits his thoughts and is thus an image of a serene dialogue.

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

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.

Since we have had a history, men have pursued an ideal of immortality.

Nothing is more dreadful in life than the profound thought that death may only greet you with eternal nothingness.

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

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.

But it is the province of religion, of philosophy, of pure poetry only, to go beyond life, beyond time, into eternity.

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

Death is the easiest of all things after it, and the hardest of all things before it.

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

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

To die is but to leave off dying and do the thing once for all.

Death is the most blessed dream.

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

Dying will happen sometime. As you know, I plan for the ages, not just for this life.

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.

And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.