Soren Kierkegaard Quotes

In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.

Many times man lives and dies between his two eternities: that of race and that of Soul... A brief parting from those dear is the worst man has to fear... Though grave diggers' toil is long... They but thrust their buried men back in the human mind again.

To me - the choice of life is become less important; I hope hereafter to think only on the choice of eternity.

Death is an antidote for this life, and it makes another more stable form of life which is insoluble in everything.

Our death is our wedding with eternity.

There is a two-fold solemnity which belongs to the dying hour-it is the winding up of life, and it is the commencement of eternity.

Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

How he lies in his rights of a man! Death has done all death can. And absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike On his senses alike, And are lost in the solemn and strange Surprise of the change.

Although we may trust God's promises for life after death and the certainty of a heavenly home, we must still face the reality of death.

Death is only a small interruption.

Death is the only physician, the shadow of his valley the only journeying that will cure us of age and the gathering fatigue of years.

There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.

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.

We die, and we do not die.

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

Of all the pulpits from which human voice is ever sent forth, there is none from which it reaches so far as from the grave.

For though Death be a dark passage, it leads to immortality, and that is recompence enough for suffering of it.

When you die, you are extinguished. From being you will be transformed to non-being. A god does not necessarily dwell among our capricious atoms.

Death is the only monastery; the tomb is the only cell, and the grave that adjoins the convent is the bitterest mock of its futility.

[Tho]ugh death be a dark passage; it leads to immortality, and that is recompense enough for suffering of it. And yet faith lights us, even through the grave....And this is the comfort of the good, and the grave cannot hold them, and they live as they die. For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

We are graced with a godlike ability to transcend time and space in our minds but are chained to death.

I shall not wholly die, and a great part of me will escape the grave.

What is our death but a night's sleep? For as through sleep all weariness and faintness pass away and cease, and the powers of the spirit come back again, so that in the morning we arise fresh and strong and joyous; so at the Last Day we shall rise again as if we had only slept a night, and shall be fresh and strong.

There's no jealousy in the grave.