#do

What man or woman of common sense now doubts the intellectual capacity of colored people? Who does not know, that with all our efforts as a nation to crush and annihilate the mind of this portion of our race, we have never yet been able to do it. ↗

— Angelina Grimke

#annihilate #been #capacity #colored #common

Only one thing mattered: this was not a Horcrux. Dumbledore had weakened himself by drinking that horrible potion for nothing. Harry crumpled the parchment in his hand and his eyes burned with tears as behind him Fang began to howl. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#dumbledore #fang #horcrux #misery #death

...and understand that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#dying #harry-potter #j-k-rowling #knowledge #lessons

Like a tongue on frozen steel, like flesh in flame — ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death

Fireheart dashed to the warrior's side. Cloudtail was standing stiff-legged, every hair in his pelt on end as if he were facing an enemy. His eyes were fixed on the limp heap of tabby fur huddled at his paws. "Why, Fireheart?" Cloudtail wailed. "Why her?" Fireheart knew, but rage and grief made it hard to speak. "Because Tigerstar wants the pack to get a taste of cat blood," he rasped. The dead cat lying in front of them was Brindleface. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#death #dogs #sad #warriors #death

Fireheart tensed, waiting for whatever had hunted down these apprentices to emerge from the trees and attack, but nothing stirred. Feeling as if his legs hardly belonged to him, he sprang down and stumbled across to Swiftpaw. The apprentice lay on his side, his legs splayed out. His black-and-white fur was torn, and his body was covered with dreadful wounds, ripped by teeth far bigger than any cat's. His jaws still snarled and his eyes glared. He was dead, and Fireheart could see that he had died fighting. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#dogs #sad #swiftpaw #warriors #death