Death Quote by J. K. Rowling — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.”

“Wild!" Ron said, twiddling the replay knob on the side. "I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again... and again... and again...”

“They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.”

“Harry and Hermione are very platonic friends. But I won't answer for anyone else, nudge-nudge wink-wink!”

“He'll have that scar forever.”

“Where is Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn't there.”

“She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.”

“You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.”

“Miranda rolls her eyes. "Passing over," she says. "That's nice. Is that anything like kicking the bucket? Keeling over, taking a dirt nap, biting the big one?”

“We are all dying one by one. We all smell of mortality, and we can't wash it off.”

“Kill me, or you are a murderer.”

“The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms? Harry's mind was in freefall, spinning out of control, unable to grasp the impossibility, because Fred Weasley could not be dead, the evidence of all his senses must be lying—”