Marcus Tullius Cicero Quotes

There is no Death,/What seems so is transition.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another.

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

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.

But when it really happens I'm very fascinated, I'm waiting for the moment, because the moment where life abandons you and death steps in, that moment must be fantastic, no?

I think death is just a transition to another state of consciousness.

Thirdly, Death is nothing else but a change of a short and temporary for an unalterable and eternal condition.

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

We can imagine our bodies being destroyed, our brains ceasing to function, our bones turning to dust, but it is harder - some would say impossible - to imagine the end of our very existence.

Death is just life's next big adventure.

That last day does not bring extinction to us, but change of place.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

There is no death, only a change of worlds.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

If you come back from the dead, you don't have the same value system, I think.

We all wonder about death, where people go and what happens. But certainly, they cross over from this dimension to another one.

There isn't such a thing as death. It's just a departure.

Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.

Dying doesn't end anything - it just changes where you are

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

He who fears death either fears the loss of sensation or a different kind of sensation. But if thou shalt have no sensation, neither wilt thou feel any harm; and if thou shalt acquire another kind of sensation, thou wilt be a different kind of living being and thou wilt not cease to live.

Death is the gate of life.

Harry taught me that death isn't the end, it's the beginning.

Eternity! thou pleasing dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass!