It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
I often thought my gravestone would say, 'Here lies Gandalf. He came out,'
Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.
He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.
Dying, we tell ourselves, is like going to sleep. This figure of speech occurs very commonly in everyday thought and language, as well as in the literature of many cultures and many ages. It was apparently quite common even in the time of the ancient Greeks.
I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave
A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.
Death is the cure for all diseases.
[Requesting her epitaph to read this way:] Excuse my dust.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
It [retirement] was absolutely boring. You can't go and say, 'I'm retired now. That's it!' It won't take long and you're really gone for good and someone throws the last shovel of dirt on a coffin with your name on it. That's the moment you're really retiring - when you die.
Death is the welcome cessation of idiocy.
Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.
Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said!
Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.
What is death, after all? We leave only mortals behind us.
The absolute nothingness of death is a blessing. Something to look forward to.
God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.
Lord, my body has been a good friend But I won't need it when I reach the end Miles from nowhere, Guess I'll take my time Oh yeah, to reach there
[On an epitaph for herself:] Under here, we're all equal.
Death is an eternal sleep.
How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.
I want to sleep for eternity with a broad smile on my face. I want those who remain behind to say this man has done his duty.
