George Santayana Quotes

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

There is no death, only a change of worlds.

Death is someone you see very clearly with eyes in the center of your heart: eyes that see not by reacting to light, but by reacting to a kind of a chill from within the marrow of your own life.

Watching a whole cluster of friends, and my own mother, die over quite a short space of time convinced me that purely materialist 'explanations' for our mysterious human existence simply won't do - on an intellectual level.

He who fears death either fears the loss of sensation or a different kind of sensation. But if thou shalt have no sensation, neither wilt thou feel any harm; and if thou shalt acquire another kind of sensation, thou wilt be a different kind of living being and thou wilt not cease to live.

Human beings, on the contrary, have a soul which lives forever, lives after the body has been turned to dust. It rises up through the clear, pure air beyond the glittering stars.

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?

Death is only a larger kind of going abroad.

Thirdly, Death is nothing else but a change of a short and temporary for an unalterable and eternal condition.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

I start thinking about life after death. I've got to quit thinking about it because it's very deep. Very deep. Sometimes you start thinking about it, and you don't feel like you want to be alive, so I don't like to get all quiet.

Americans in the Civil War period were very interested in Heaven and what it might be like, because they were having to face the fact that many of their loved ones were gone and many of their loved ones, they hoped, were in this other realm called Heaven.

I just don't get death at all. Yes, it's there. But I don't get it.

Should I perchance still feel after my death, I would no longer have any doubt, but I would most certainly give the lie to anyone asserting before me that I was dead.

I don't believe in the after life, although I am bringing a change of underwear.

I do fear death. But what I actually fear is not dying. I mean, true, it will be sad. But I know that there is a better place waiting for me.

Death is just life's next big adventure.

Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.

As a child, I didn't know what they mean by 'to die.' So I grew up in a place where people used to die all the time, but a child is not allowed to see a dead body. When you ask, 'Where is so-and so?' you're told, 'He's gone to another world where we all go to live in the future.'

As man sows, so shall he reap. In works of fiction, such men are sometimes converted. More often, in real life, they do not change their natures until they are converted into dust.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

The dead can't change, but you can.

My characters who come back from death are worse for wear. In some ways, they're not even the same characters anymore. The body may be moving, but some aspect of the spirit is changed or transformed, and they've lost something.

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.

One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.