Francis de Sales Quotes

I can assure you that those who have already passed have not only made it to the Other Side, but are in a state of bliss.

We'll tell him his mother waits for him in heaven, I suppose." "Is that a lie?" "It's what we tell fools and children." She sighed. "Postulating a heaven gives man an out for having been unable to retain the paradise he was given here on earth.

I am persuaded that there is no affection of the human heart more exquisitely pure, than that which is felt by a grateful son towards a mother.

Death is the most blessed dream.

Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.

We used to think earthly life was horrible and paradise awaited us when we died. Now we have made earthly life into a paradise and we fear death.

If life after death really does exist, everyone probably gets what they expect to get, because that's the only thing I can think of that would be fair.

Sometimes there's a very special relationship between a mother and her son.

If there's a heaven, I would probably go. I've actually a very nice person.

Small things such as this have saved me: how much I love my mother — even after all these years. How powerfully I carry her within me. My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger. So is yours. You are not grieving your son’s death because his death was ugly and unfair. You’re grieving it because you loved him truly. The beauty in that is greater than the bitterness of his death.

…for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love.

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

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

Mothers easily become jealous of their sons' friends when they are particularly successful. As a rule a mother loves herself in her son more than she does the son himself.

I wish I can meet my wife in the hereafter, but I don't think I will. I just cease to exist just as she has ceased to exist.

Whatever life after death is, being with Christ which is far better, being in Paradise like the thief, etc, the many rooms where we go immediately... that is the temporary place. The ultimate life after life after death is the resurrection in God's new world.

Listen to your father who begot you, And do not despise your mother when she is old.

Sons love moms forevermore.

There may be a heaven, but if Joan Crawford is there, I'm not going.

When we were kids we always used to say, ‘Okay, whoever dies first, get a message through.’ When John died, I thought, ‘Well, maybe we’ll get a message,’ because I know he knew the deal. I haven’t had a message from John.

"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?"

At that stage of my youth, death remained as abstract a concept as non-Euclidean geometry or marriage. I didn't yet appreciate its terrible finality or the havoc it could wreak on those who'd entrusted the deceased with their hearts.

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear- Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.

What if I lose you?" "You can't lose your mother, Charley.