When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
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When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.
Death is easier to bear without thinking of it, than the thought of death without peril.
To die would be an awfully big adventure.
I'm always pleased to know my relatives have been insulted. It is the only link I have with them. Relatives are simply a tedious bunch of people who haven't the slightest idea of how to live, or the slightest inckling for the right time to die.
Death is not an evil, because it frees us from all evils, and while it takes away good things, it takes away also the desire for them. Old age is the supreme evil, because it deprives us of all pleasures, leaving us only the appetite for them, and it brings with it all sufferings. Nevertheless, we fear death, and we desire old age.
Dumbledore:"You are the true master
of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that he must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying".
"It was stupid, thinking it was him," he muttered. "I mean, I knew he was dead."
"You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night."
When I'll be gone don't look for me behind the cold marble of a tomb, look for me between the roses... when I'll be gone look for me in photographs, look for me through my books, through my poetry, in my songs, in my music. Look for me in all the things that I love the most, for only in those things will you find my soul.
You talk about us young people, you condamn us, but you don't know that for a friend who dies, we are able to cry on our torn bluejeans and behind our long hair we know how to remember him. We are not afraid to die, because we know that someone will cry for us, our drifter friends and not certainly you, civil people who don't even have the time to cry.