Death is a release from and an end of all pains.
People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.
Pain could be killed. Sadness could not, but the drugs did shut its mouth for a time.
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
The end of pain we take as happiness.
Never, for any reason on earth, could you wish for an increase in pain. Of pain you could wish only one thing: that it should stop.
Pain is to be endured. It ends or it does not.
Death is not grievous to me, for I shall lay aside my pains by death. [Lat., Nec mihi mors gravis est posituro morte dolores.]
There are two levels to your pain: the pain that you create now, and the pain from the past that still lives on in your mind and body. Ceasing to create pain in the present and dissolving past pain - this is what I want to talk about now.
