Jeanette Winterson Quotes

The fear of death comes from limited awareness.

We fear death so profoundly, not because it means the end of our body, but because it means the end of our consciousness - better to be a spirit in Heaven than a zombie on Earth.

In the last analysis, it is our conception of death which decides our answers to all the questions that life puts to us.

Should I perchance still feel after my death, I would no longer have any doubt, but I would most certainly give the lie to anyone asserting before me that I was dead.

Know one knows whether death, which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good.

Perhaps we don't need these religious concoctions to pillow the fear of death. Just the fact that there is an unknown, and something greater, can bring a feeling of peace. That's enough for me.

Death does not exist.

As far as where I go when I die, the concept that I am simple going to flick out, like a light bulb, to me is not only spiritually impossible to believe, but logically it is laughable - the idea that we simply die and nothing happens.

I don't believe in death. I think it's just a state of mind.

Death anxiety is the mother of all religions, which, in one way or another, attempt to temper the anguish of our finitude.

Death is simply a break in our linear stream of consciousness.

I am death-fearing. I don't think I'm morbid. That seems to me a fear of death that goes beyond the rational. Whereas it seems to me to be entirely rational to fear death!

To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead.

We want our idols to be dead because it makes death a much less scary place.

It is impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?

So not only can you not imagine dying, you can't really imagine existence before you were born.

Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.

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.

Consciousness after death demonstrates the possibility of consciousness operating independently of the body.

Mortality applies to every aspect of life. The fear of death is the driving fear of life.

Our bodies will be recycled one way or another, but what about our ideas and minds and characters? Primordial soup? The bourne from which no traveller returns? Interesting and exciting.

I'm always curious about what happens when we die. And I'd like to think that somehow the spirit goes on. I'd rather not think that it's just about this.

Death is the easiest of all things after it, and the hardest of all things before it.

I also believe that when one dies, one may wake up to the reality that proves that time does not exist.