Quotes About Death Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“It’s a terrible thing when one has lived longer than all living men, for centuries and then, one starts to die having never found the answer to immortality.” “Even I know this flesh is all I have and someday, I must die.” “Many died so that you may live. Not many could live with themselves after what I have done. However, the weak and the deformed have served their purpose.” Weaver looked at her. “Yes. And some are not happy that they have to die. At all.” “You said Drust is dying?” Weaver mocked, “We’re all dying, my Queen, since the day we are born.” The wizardess waved her off. “I must pray and sacrifice for the coming fight.”

He snickered, "have you learnt nothing so far, Ginevra? In this world of ours, death is the only answer, and if you don't intend on really dying, then you have to make people believe you are dead. You have no idea how much power you can acquire from the shadows. You have no idea how much power you could have just by being dead, and you wouldn't know until you've crossed over." "I can hold it off for you, that war, just for two weeks, after that and you're on your own, so, make your decision and make it fast, you're on the clock." Death. Death. The word kept repeating in my head.

As someone who was a notorious money-grubber, even Samuel could not stand Edgar's audacious attitude. He sneered, "Hazel’s barely been dead for three hours, and you're already eager to profit from her death. It's a great sorrow to have you as a brother!" "You don't understand," Victor retorted, "Once a person dies, they can't come back to life. If her death can serve a purpose, she would find it honorable in the afterlife."

"When I die, you don't have to visit the grave often. Because who you hug later is just a mound of dirt, and what you tell me I can't possibly hear. Just once a year, and later. And now, tell me anything, whatever, while I'm still here, with you." - Zarry Hendrik ***

" But death is important, it's like life itself, you cannot defy death. " " I can do anything now, I'm just waiting for your acceptance. " .................... To be continued

"So why show yourself now? Why come back to visit my brother's grave?" Jeremy sighed softly, his tone unusually calm. "I knew it. I knew this whole thing was a trap. "But a few days ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I don't have long left anyway. At this point, death doesn't scare me anymore. "I just thought... before I die, seeing Jason one more time would make it worthwhile." He paused, then looked up at me. "By the way, what exactly were Jason's final words before he jumped?" There was genuine curiosity mixed into his voice. Clearly, that was one of the reasons he had come.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

he replied, igniting the engine. I gave a dry chuckle and sighed. “Well, don't tell me you're afraid to die.” He laughed. “Well I am afraid to die and if you aren't afraid of death, I think that is good. At least, once you're dead, your little pumpkin would be able to concentrate on her studies and live a better life.” My blood boiled and something cracked inside of me. “Stop mentioning her name. You're so unworthy to have her name in your mouth.”

A woman with white hair long, her slender figure displayed perfectly in her long white dress illuminating her sexy curves. “Great choice young wizard, but like every other choice, it does come with a price. Are you willing to pay that price?” Kenny stared at the woman before him, not sure what she was talking about. The life after death did have some conditions. “A life for a life” he murmurs to himself. “But I am dead” he looks up to the goddess who chuckles at his thoughtfulness. Indeed blood was mostly the price asked by the world beyond but for a half-death man he sure had more to offer.

Life feeds death, death feeds life — the same endless circle, indifferent and merciless. Efficient. Unbiased. In the end, the earth swallowed him, Alexander, too. Or the flames did. The circle of life skips no one. Not even monsters. “No,” I answer eventually, “They never did.” My money was on Harry … although he swore it wasn’t him. My mouth twists, humorless. “Whoever it was, I’d shake his hand. Buy him a drink.”