Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfil All offices of death, except to kill.
The absolute nothingness of death is a blessing. Something to look forward to.
A long disease seems to be a halting place between life and death, that death itself may be a comfort to those who die and to those who are left behind.
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
It is by no means a fact that death is the worst of all evils; when it comes it is an alleviation to mortals who are worn out with sufferings.
To die before one fears to die may be a boon.
Let us now relieve the Romans of their fears by the death of a feeble old man.
As they say in the bible, that you're supposed to rejoice when people die and mourn when they're born, because it's one of the most painful acts you go through in life, is being born, and dying.
I'll be pleased when I'm dead. That will let me off worrying about all these wars.
... And death unloads thee.
When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary; When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending kind death as an ending, Like a grand Amen to a minor song.
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all. It sets the slave at liberty, carries the banished man home, and places all mortals on the same level, insomuch that life itself were a punishment without it.
When a man dies, and his kin are glad of it, they say, "He is better off."
You know, there must be happiness somewhere, when a lawyer dies.
I spent my whole life helping my mother carry around her psychic trunks like a bitter bellhop. So a great load was lifted when she died, and my life was much easier.
Death is not grievous to me, for I shall lay aside my pains by death. [Lat., Nec mihi mors gravis est posituro morte dolores.]
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.
Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.
Death is the Christian's vacation morning. School is out. It is time to go home.
Death is staring too long into the burning sun and the relief of entering a cool, dark room.
What good to us is a long life if it is difficult and barren of joys, and if it is so full of misery that we can only welcome death as a deliverer?
Afraid of death? Not at all. Be a great relief. Then I wouldn't have to talk to you.
