William Wordsworth Quotes

Was Jesus the son of God? Yes. But so are you. You just haven't realized it yet.

I don't really know if things go from one life to another. I don't know if there's another life after this. I don't want to know.

Death is not extinction. Neither the soul nor the body is extinguished or put out of existence.

We are eternal beings. We lived as intelligent spirits before this mortal life. We are now living part of eternity. Our mortal birth was not the beginning; death, which faces all of us, is not the end.

One who sees the Supersoul accompanying the individual soul in all bodies and who understands that neither the soul nor the Supersoul is ever destroyed, actually sees.

Man is ever searching for the source whence he has come, searching for the life which is upwelling within him, immortal, nay, eternal and divine; and every religion is the answer from the Universal Spirit to the seeking spirits of men that came forth from Him.

Death is the beginning of something.

Death may simply be an alteration in consciousness, a transition for continued life in a nonmaterial form.

We are eternal beings - spirit children of heavenly parents.

What is of the nature of spirit and soul must be gleaned from facts belonging to the spirit and soul; we shall then know that in the living thinking which is liberated from the will, a life-germ has been discerned which passes through the gate of death, goes through the spiritual world after death, and afterwards returns again to earthly life.

Life will continue on the other side of the veil.

I believe that each of us comes from the Creator trailing wisps of glory.

I'm interested in the eternal soul. That's what I write about.

I firmly believe that when you die you will enter immediately into another life. They who have gone before us are alive in one form of life and we in another.

Man never dies, nor is he ever born; bodies die, but he never dies.

Spiritual growth is more than procedure, it’s a wild search for God in the midst of the tangled jungle of our souls, a search for which involves a volatile mix of messy reality, wild freedom, frustrating stuckness, increasing slowness and a healthy dose of gratitude

The soul may not be destroyed. The soul goes on forever. Like the number pi, it is without cessation or conclusion. Like pi it is a constant. Pi is an irrational number, incapable of being made into a fraction, impossible to divide from itself. So, too, the soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you.

Should this my firm persuasion of the soul's immortality prove to be a mere delusion, it is at least a pleasing delusion, and I will cherish it to my last breath.

Rejoice, that the immortal God is born, so that mortal men may live in eternity.

The more you succeed in loving, the more you'll be convinced at the existence of God and the immortality of your soul.

You have to pull all your energy back to the present moment. And the moment the whole energy becomes a pool, here and now, the explosion of light happens and you are, for the first time, absolutely yourself - an eternal being, an immortal being, who knows nothing of death, who has never come across any darkness.

But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail

Reasoning from the common course of nature, and without supposing any new interposition of the Supreme Cause, which ought always to be excluded from philosophy; what is incorruptible must also be ingenerable. The soul, therefore, if immortal, existed before our birth: And if the former existence noways concerned us, neither will the latter.

I am almost sure to be blotted out by death, but sometimes I think it is not impossible that I may continue to live in some other manner after my physical death . Or, as Hamlet wonders, what dreams will come when we leave this body?