Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes

When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.

O Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry each a future Ghost within him; but are, in very deed, Ghosts!

Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.

Life will continue on the other side of the veil.

What happens after you die? Lot's of things happen after you die - they just don't involve you

I have good hope that there is something after death.

Since the Creator had made the facts of the after-life inaccessible to man, He must not have required that man understand death in order to live fruitfully.

If death itself were to die, would it have a ghost, and would the ghost of death visit the dead in the guise of someone alive, if only to fright them from any temptation to return?

"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?"

Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear- Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.

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

But you're dead,' said Harry. 'Oh, yes,' said Dumbledore matter-of-factly. 'Then... am I dead too?' 'Ah,' said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. 'That is the question, isn't it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not.

So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.

The grave Is but the threshold of eternity.

Death is an antidote for this life, and it makes another more stable form of life which is insoluble in everything.

Where do you go when you die? The same place you were before you were born; nowhere! It's over!

I wonder where we go when we die?” “…Pittsburgh?” “You mean if we’re good or if we’re bad?

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.

I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear. Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.

Death is either an incredible ending to a story or, more often than not if you ask the right questions, it's the beginning of a story.

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.'