“I loved that she did not fear god. I loved that she believed in reincarnation, the idea that after all this she could start anew. When I asked her what she’d want to come back as, she always told me she’d like to return as a tree. It was a strange and comforting answer, that rather than something grand and heroic, my mother preferred to return to life as something humble and still.”
Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart (Page 135)
Life After Death Quotes
“Our body limits the spiritual divine spark which we call our soul. In the way that a vessel gives form to the liquid or gas which is put into it, our body gives form to our spiritual being. If the vessel is broken, that which was in it no longer retains the form it had and flows out. Does it receive a new form? Is it united with other beings? We know nothing of this. After death the soul becomes something different, something indescribable.”
Leo Tolstoy, A Calendar of Wisdom (Page 224)
“We’ve discovered that the earth isn’t flat; that we won’t fall off its edges, and our experience as a species has changed as a result. Maybe we’ll soon find out that the self isn’t ‘flat’ either, and that death is as real and yet as deceptive as the horizon; that we don’t fall out of life either.”
Seth, Jane Roberts’ Seth Speaks, via Sunbeams (Page 151)
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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am gentle autumnal rain.
When you waken in the morning hush.
I am the soft uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry –
I am not there. I did not die.
~ Anonymous
