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You see, cuckoos are parasites. They lay their eggs in other birds' nests. When the egg hatches, the baby cuckoo pushes the other baby birds out of the nest. The poor parent birds work themselves to death trying to find enough food to feed the enormous cuckoo child who has murdered their babies and taken their places." "Enormous?" said Jace. "Did you just call me fat?" "It was an analogy." "I am not fat. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don't have to live forever, you just have to live. ↗

— Natalie Babbitt

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Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real? ↗

— J.K. Rowling

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I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo. "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#death #time #death

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

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We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#life #value #worth #death

Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again. "So he can sneak up on people," said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking... ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#humor #sarcasm #death

Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#justice #mercy #death

It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#humor #life #death

What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous. ↗

— John Green

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