#death

Great, tell me when you've defeated Voldemort for me, will you? ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#humor #death

So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left —” “Don’t talk to your mother like that. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#harry-potter #humor #ron-weasley #death

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#death

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief. ↗

— Franz Kafka

#death

She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted. ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#death #inspirational #life #nice #death

Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death! ↗

— Patrick Henry

#liberty #revolution #slavery #death

The difference between sex and death is that with death you can do it alone and no one is going to make fun of you. ↗

— Woody Allen

#death

Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#friendship #time #death

No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#death

He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal." Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #death