Sylvia Browne Quotes - Page 2

People continue to fear dying, only because no one ever has.

Death is the reward for living

Live each day as your last, and tomorrow is forever

God is Love, my friends- nothing more, nothing less.

A ghost is someone who hasn't made it - in other words, who died, and they don't know they're dead. So they keep walking around and thinking that you're inhabiting their - let's say, their domain. So they're aggravated with you.

Everyone dreams, but not everybody remembers their dreams because some people go into delta; they go too low.

You know, bad people, I've never seen bad people have angels.

A spirit is, like, your mother, my dad, who've made it. They can come around, but they come around in a loving way because they've already made it to God. Most people make it.

My master's degree was in English literature.

I keep a night light on because my room is so full at night, I can't get to sleep!

Animal totems, like the tiger, come from the Other Side to protect us while we are away from Home.

I've always been interested in past lives, because they're earmarks of what creates us.

It's so sad: anything that has to do with God, people want to dispel.

Psychics can never be 100 percent. I think that would be scary to be 100 percent.

Nightmares are releases.

Let me assure you that all of our pets, and animals of every kind will be with us for eternity on the Other Side.

I've always wanted to put a little solarium on the back of my house. You know. Glass.

What I think a psychic is, unfortunately, I think in this day and age, it's taken on sort of a rancid sound.

I have the same problems that everybody else does.

I don't think that there is a person that I've met - I'm sure there are - that I've had any conflict with.

I always tell what I see.

I listen to my spirit guide.

Every person who has a reading with me has an audiotape.

Both of us were orphans. No one would remember what we remembered. The elders that stood as protective shields, as references to our past, and as reflections of who we were and are and where we came from, were gone.