By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
J. K. RowlingRead
In the end, love wins. It does win. We know it wins. When a person dies, love isn’t turned off like a faucet. It is an amazingly resilient part of us.
Interpretation
Love remains enduring even after death, showcasing its resilience.
This quote by J.K. Rowling emphasizes the idea that love persists beyond physical presence and death. Unlike other emotions or states of being that may diminish, love continues to influence and connect people, highlighting its enduring and resilient nature within us.
In practice
During a memorial service, to remind attendees of the enduring power of love.
By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
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