Emily Dickinson Quotes

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.

They which have no hope of a life to come, may extend their griefs for the loss of this, and equal the days of their mourning with the years of the life of man.

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.

Death is frightening, and so is Eternal Life.

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.

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.'

I'm more of a realist when it comes to life, and I'd much rather my mother be in a spiritual place in Heaven than in a bed, sick, fighting for her life.

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

Not lost, but gone before.

Certainly, we all wonder what is beyond, and when you lose a loved one, I think part of the grieving process includes where that person might have gone or if you'll ever see them again. I think it forces you to look up to the sky, to the cosmos.

I think everyone, especially after the passing of a loved one, starts to hope that maybe there will be something better on the other side.

But you, Achilles,/ There is not a man in the world more blest than you--/ There never has been, never will be one./ Time was, when you were alive, we Argives/ honored you as a god, and now down here, I see/ You Lord it over the dead in all your power./ So grieve no more at dying, great Achilles.’ I reassured the ghost, but he broke out protesting,/ ‘No winning words about death to me, shining Odysseus!/ By god, I’d rather slave on earth for another man--/ Some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to keep alive—than rule down here over all the breathless dead.

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

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.

Death is an awful thing. I don't believe in it myself.

There is no heaven or afterlife for broken-down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.

Christianity has made of death a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan.

Most of us believe that we possess some aspect of eternity that will insure some kind of survival beyond death. The only problem with those strategies is they forget that only God is eternal. We are finite.

Plan for this world as if you expect to live forever; but plan for the hereafter as if you expect to die tomorrow.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

I don't want to hear about my death.

I'm not sure I've learned anything new about life; but I've had to think harder about death and what comes after for other people.

Corporeal death is not the whole story.