By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
J. K. RowlingRead
And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.
Interpretation
The quote reflects a peaceful acceptance of death as a natural part of life.
In this quote, J.K. Rowling presents the idea of greeting Death not with fear or resistance, but with familiarity and acceptance. It signifies a philosophical perspective on mortality, suggesting that death is an inevitable companion in life that one can embrace rather than fear, promoting a sense of peace and tranquility when facing the end of life.
In practice
At a memorial service to celebrate the life of a loved one.
By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
Where are you heading, if you’ve got the choice?” James lifted an invisible sword. “‘Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!’ Like my dad.” Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. “Got a problem with that?” “No,” said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy —” “Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” interjected Sirius.
Depression isn't just being a bit sad. It's feeling nothing. It's not wanting to be alive anymore.
I tell you, that dragon's the most horrible animal I've ever met, but the way Hagrid goes on about it, you'd think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit.
Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn't it?
The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.
The more honest and authentic we are, the more deeply we go into the mystery of our own being.
What is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake?
In the liberal remake of 'Casablanca,' the police captain comes upon the scene of the shooting and orders his men to 'round up the usual weapons.' It's always the weapon and never the shooter.
We lie in the lap of immense intelligence.
Ah! How I hate the crimes of the new generation: they are dry and sterile as darnel.
Flags are bits of colored cloth that governments use first to shrink-wrap people’s brains and then as ceremonial shrouds to bury the dead. When independent-thinking people (and here I do not include the corporate media) begin to rally under flags, when writers, painters, musicians, film makers suspend their judgment and blindly yoke their art to the service of the “Nation,” it’s time for all of us to sit up and worry.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.