Vladimir Nabokov Quotes

I have good hope that there is something remaining for the dead.

Someone dying asks if there is life after death. Yes, comes the answer, only not yours.

I have good hope that there is something after death.

Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that's all!

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

I believe in life after death.

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.

For though Death be a dark passage, it leads to immortality, and that is recompence enough for suffering of it.

I actually do believe in life after death.

Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.

It isn't easy to live after death. It takes a lifetime.

The dead are merely the countrymen of my future.

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 think it is impossible for human minds to think of Death as a final, irrevocable end to life.

In the ordinary, everyday understandings of the words involved, to say that someone survived death is to contradict yourself; while to assert that all of us live forever is to assert a manifest falsehood, the flat contrary of a universally known truth: namely, the truth that all human beings are mortal. For when, after some disaster, the 'dead' and the 'survivors' have both been listed, what logical space remains for a third category?

I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But as much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking.

The last to be overcome is death, and the knowledge of life is the knowledge of death.

Death is the waiting-room where we robe ourselves for immortality.

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.

Whether you think of it as heavenly or as earthly, if you love life immortality is no consolation for death.

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.

(Socrates) said there were only two possibilities. Either the soul is immortal or, after death, things would be again as blank as they were before we were born.

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.