Robert Southey Quotes

I'm going to a special place when I die, but I want to make sure my life is special while I'm here.

For the majority of people , though they do not know what to do with this life , long for another that shall have no end .

God hath given to man a short time here upon earth, and yet upon this short time eternity depends.

I always think about life, and I think that we are here with a mission, and once we have done our mission, we go somewhere else.

Even if this earth is only a vestibule, we ought undoubtedly to make such a use of its blessing that we are assisted rather than delayed in our journey.

Death is the waiting-room where we robe ourselves for immortality.

A man is a little soul carrying around a courpse.

Think of these things, whence you came, where you are going, and to whom you must account.

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.

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

The shadow of human life is traced upon a golden ground of immortal hope.

I must keep alive in myself the desire for my true country, which I shall not find till after death; I must never let it get snowed under or turned aside; I must make it the main object of life to press on to that other country and to help others to do the same.

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

People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall differ in our nothingness.

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

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

Life - a spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay.

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

Our bodies will be recycled one way or another, but what about our ideas and minds and characters? Primordial soup? The bourne from which no traveller returns? Interesting and exciting.

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

Life is a pilgrimage. The wise man does not rest by the roadside inns. He marches direct to the illimitable domain of eternal bliss, his ultimate destination.

You have a bout with death, things that touch your mortality, when that happens, all that bling-bling gets thrown away because all you've got is you and God.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

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