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

“Hermione launched herself forwards and started punching every inch of him that she could reach.”

“By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.”

“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”

“Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.”

“Percy wouldn't notice a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing one of Dobby's hats.”

“Does it hurt?" The childish question had escaped Harry's lips before he could stop it.”

“What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.”

“Sadness and boredom were more bearable than the effort of living a normal life. Perhaps the idea of death began to hover over her during that period, as a kind of higher order of lassitude in which she would not have to move the blood in her veins or the air in her lungs; her repose would be absolute- not to think, not to feel, not to be.”

“She made the decision that her existence had lost its meaning. And you cannot judge that.”

“Come up into the hills, O my young love. Return! O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again, as first I knew you in the timeless valley, where we shall feel ourselves anew, bedded on magic in the month of June. There was a place where all the sun went glistening in your hair, and from the hill we could have put a finger on a star. Where is the day that melted into one rich noise? Where the music of your flesh, the rhyme of your teeth, the dainty languor of your legs, your small firm arms, your slender fingers, to be bitten like an apple, and the little cherry-teats of your white breasts? And where are all the tiny wires of finespun maidenhair? Quick are the mouths of earth, and quick the teeth that fed upon this loveliness. You who were made for music, will hear music no more: in your dark house the winds are silent. Ghost, ghost, come back from that marriage that we did not foresee, return not into life, but into magic, where we have never died, into the enchanted wood, where we still life, strewn on the grass. Come up into the hills, O my young love: return. O lost, and by the wind grieved ghost, come back again.”