M. Ward Quotes

I do think there must be some kind of interaction between your living life and the life that goes on from here.

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.

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.

I have heard that death takes us away from ill things, not from good. I have heard that when we pronounce the name of man we pronounce the belief of immortality.

We die, and we do not die.

I don't think that because you die and move on to somewhere else that you lose your sense of humor.

Everybody is going to die, so people are enthralled by the possibility that they don't have to completely die, that there is something that comes afterward. It's like if you're going to France for the summer, you're going to read up on it. Everyone just wants to know where they're going, or if they're going anywhere.

I'm always curious about what happens when we die. And I'd like to think that somehow the spirit goes on. I'd rather not think that it's just about this.

To me, the soul is a part of us that never dies. It's what we come in with.

I don't know if I believe in life after death so much as I believe that there is something out there.

I do not believe in the eternity of the spirit. That contradicts my ideology.

There is no death. The body withers but the spirit still lives.

They say that the Dead die not, but remain Near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth. I think they ride the calm mid-heaven, as these, In wise majestic melancholy train, And watch the moon, and the still-raging seas, And men, coming and going on the earth.

I have good hope that there is something after death.

Survival in the conventional sense of the term means to continue to live, but also to live after death.

Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories of people you've touched.

That when we live no more, We may live ever

A word I want to see written on my grave: I am alive like you, and I am standing beside you. Close your eyes and look around, you will see me in front of you.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies.

I have good hope that there is something remaining for the dead.

Harry taught me that death isn't the end, it's the beginning.

I wish to go on living even after my death.

Now when I die, I shall only be dead.

All dreams continue in the beyond.