Quotes About Death Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I mutter. “This one doesn’t end well,” he says. Then I remember something else. “Can we die?” “Of course, we can die,” he says. “How? I’m pretty sure I’ve kicked the bucket a few times now.” “What?” He looks confused by the expression. “Died,” I clarify. “To most, it would seem that we’re immortal. But we’re not. Cut off our heads, or a blow to the heart will do it, unless magic is involved.”

I smiled at her, she really knows how to worry when she cares, I still wonder how I allowed such a woman to escape my grasp “No, it’s just I have been thinking a lot about mortality recently, you know my birthday and all, I think it comes with this weird premonition like I am soon going to die” I could not tell her that it is more than that, I could not tell her that I am cursed and In fact going to die a very painful death in exactly one year from now, I mean how do you even bring that into a conversation like “Hey I have been cursed by an evil witch and in exactly 1 year from today I will die miserably but no biggy all is well and you need not worry because I have accepted my fate and I th

He cupped my face as I frowned. “Death is the exception to that though, my love. No one can outrun death. We all die someday. It’s just part of the natural order of life... Stars die. Flowers die. People die. It’s sad I know but death has to happen so birth can happen. It’s just a cycle and we are all in that never-ending loop. I hope my death is really far off in the future but if something were to happen to me, you have been such a beautiful star in the night sky for me. It shines so brightly through the darkness.” He smiled lovingly as I kept crying.

“Miss Sanders, do you think that when someone dies, they disappear completely? That all of their struggles are finally over?” Sarah took a moment to carefully choose her words before responding, her voice soft yet firm. “Where did you get the idea that death equals relief?” “Everyone says so. The internet too…” the student murmured. Sarah’s voice remained soft, but there was a firm steadiness beneath it. “No one has ever experienced death and come back to tell us about it. The dead don’t speak. If no one can describe what happens after we die, then death is an unknown—like Schrödinger’s cat. Until the mystery is revealed, no one knows the answer. And once it is, who can say whether the cat i

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

"Please?" "Wrong." I turned my head away again. "Abracadabra?" I shook my head. "Ugh! Clue?" "Harry Potter." "Avada Kedavra?" I scowled at him. "Kill me, why don't you?" He pressed his fingers to his forehead. "That's the only one I know." "VulneraSanentur." I finally answered. "Because you wound me." Colton sent a flat look. "Get out."

You can't just hobnob with corpses day after day. The sorcerer's apprentice shrugged. “Dead people know more than people. And they don't laugh. And they can't betray. There was so much bitterness in the boy's words that the grandmother shook her head. “If the dead know anything, they don’t share it with the living,” the old woman croaked. - And you yourself haven’t died yet in order to conduct conversations with the Navi. - That's just the point, that he didn't die, but they... - Tamir bit his tongue, not realizing how he almost blurted out to the hag what he sometimes thought about with caution.

"All I want, the only life I want is to be with Quix." Death chuckled from his position on the wall. "You want to be with a dead man?" he demanded. "Quix is more than that," Holly pointed out. "He's sweet and gentle-" "And a killer," Lucifer added. "He's not," Holly said as she looked between the two. But there was something off with the way Death smiled at her. "He's not," she repeated. "His name isn't really Quix," Death spat out. "I suppose I'll allow it," Lucifer nodded to Death and the chains unraveled from him and the man fell to the ground. "However, if you attack her, you know that I will not show mercy."

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

Luca stood in his dark oversized coat and sunglasses, listening to the priest's sermon. “Death is not final. Not in the way we think it is. Death is sometimes rebirth into a plane that may even be more elevated than how it was when we were amongst the living.” He called bullshit on that. Death was final. It could be dressed up in as much philosophical bullshit as these so-called men of God chose to do, but it was final. “Are there any that have something, a testimony, a poem, maybe even a memory of our sister Bailey to share?” The priest asked.