J. K. Rowling Quotes

Dying is one of those things that can’t be fixed. Not by talking about it, not with all the brain surge in the world.

Even death after a long illness is without warning. The moment you had prepared for so carefully took you by storm. The troops broke through the window and snatched the body and the body is gone. ... Death reduces us to the baffled logic of a small child. If yesterday why not today?

Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible.

Bravest thing about people is how they go on loving mortal beings after finding out there's such a thing as dying.

Nothing, I know, had any chance against death.

In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that.

I'm here. Soon I won't be. Zoey's baby is here. Its pulse tick-ticking. Soon it won't be. And when Zoey comes out of that room, having signed on the dotted line, she'll be different. She'll understand what I already know- that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between you teeth.

Death was too definite an object to be wished for or avoided.

The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.

Loss doesn't feel redeemable. But for me one consoling aspect is the recognition that, in this at least, none of us is different from anyone else: We all lose loved ones; we all face our own death.

Death is an absolute marvel.

Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.

The thing about death is that it's honest.

Happens to everybody. Horses, dogs, men. Nobody gets out of life alive.

Death is something that happens to others, you think, until it happens to you.

She had been dying so long that I had almost come to regard her as immortal.

Death is not something any one of us want to dwell on, but we must all confront it at some point.

I mean, death is a serious thing, certainly not to be sneezed at.

I think about dying. I've come to realize we all die alone in one way or another.

The past is buried and I mourn it with greater pain than many among you, because no human power can awaken it when the Crown itself has scattered ashes upon the coffin.

Even if you live to be a ripe old age, you live long enough to see the people you love pass away.

Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.

I don't want him to live forever, and I know that he's not going to live forever whether I want him to or not.

Death, in its silent sure march is fast gathering those whom I have longest loved, so that when he shall knock at my door, I will more willingly follow.