Flannery O'Connor Quotes

"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?"

Never the grave gives back what it has won!

You are dead- what am I speaking to?

I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they trash in your hands as though with an excess of passion.

I g-g-guess...I'm dead?" she heard her own voice call out, strangely high-pitched and thin. For a long time, she heard nothing else. And then: "Hi, Dead. I'm Dan.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

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 just don't really think about death.

The living are just the dead on holiday

Death. It doesn't have to be boring.

You're dead, Cordelia.' No I'm not. 'Yes you are. You're dead. Lie down.

It is only the dead who do not return.

We all think we know what happens after death. But maybe it's going to be not only weird but also dorky and comic and inconsistent.

So I am death" Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast. "This is death toast sweety.

The mystery of death, the riddle of how you could speak to someone and see them every day and then never again, was so impossible to fathom that of course we kept trying to figure it out, even when we were unconscious.

Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.

But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

So when I'm killed, don't wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You'll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you've read.

Death. An instantaneous state, without past or future. Indispensable for entering eternity.

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

Even death has a heart.

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.

Well, I'm not putting death on the agenda. I don't want to see my old friend Lucifer just yet. He's the guy I'm gonna see, isn't it? I'm not going to the Other Place, let's face it.

You will die and it will all be over. You will die and find out everything or cease asking.