Veronica Roth Quotes

I don't know what's waiting for us when we die--something better, something worse. I only know I'm not ready to find out yet.

I do not want to believe that death is the gateway to another life. For me, it is a closed door. I do not say it is a step we must all take, but that it is a horrible and dirty adventure.

"When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?" I asked. "Where do we go?"

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

Death, the most dreaded of evils, is therefore of no concern to us; for while we exist death is not present, and when death is present we no longer exist.

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

If we don't know life, how can we know death?

Death is a false fear. When it is here, you won't be. When it's not, you are here.

Life will continue on the other side of the veil.

I'm very curious to know what it's like, death - I always say to my wife, 'I wonder if we'll have the 'New York Times' when we're dead.'

I cannot believe in the immortality of the soul. No, all this talk of an existence for us, as individuals, beyond the grave is wrong. It is born of our tenacity of life - our desire to go on living - our dread of coming to an end.

There may be no single thing that can teach us more about life than death.

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death

Our knowledge of life is limited to death

I think it is impossible for human minds to think of Death as a final, irrevocable end to life.

Your faith is very important. I have done the math, and you are going to be dead a whole lot longer that you will be alive.

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith.

Death is wonderful because you can't think about it. How are you gonna think about it?

What do people fear most about death? I asked the reb. "Fear?" he thought for a moment. 'Well, for one thing, what happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined?" That's big. "Yes. But there's something else." What else? He leaned forward. "Being forgotten," he whispered.

Death either destroys or unhusks us. If it means liberation, better things await us when our burden s gone: if destruction, nothing at all awaits us; blessings and curses are abolished.

How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

Death is only a small interruption.

What's it like then?" asked Old Bailey. "Being dead?" The marquis sighed. And then he twisted his lips up into a smile, and with a glitter of his old self, he replied, "Live long enough, Old Bailey, and you can find out for yourself.

Oh Death where is thy sting! It has none. But life has.

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