The Best Of Us Must

Do Not Pity The Dead, Harry. Pity The Living, And, Above All Those Who Live Without Love.

You've Got To Appreciate What The Worst Is. You Don't Want To Find Yourself In A Situation Where You're Facing It.

Harry, Despite Your Privileged Insight Into Voldemort’s World (which, Incidentally, Is A Gift Any Death Eater Would Kill To Have), You Have Never Been Seduced By The Dark Arts, Never, Even For A Second, Shown The Slightest Desire To Become One Of Voldemort’s Followers!” “of Course I Haven’t!” Said Harry Indignantly. “he Killed My Mum And Dad!” “you Are Protected, In Short, By Your Ability To Love!” Said Dumbledore Loudly.

And Then He Greeted Death As An Old Friend, And Went With Him Gladly, And, Equals, They Departed This Life.

Anything's Possible If You've Got Enough Nerve. I Was Determined To Try. I Was Determined To Try Because, Frankly, My Life Was Such A Mess At This Point, What - What Was The Worst That Could Happen? Everyone Turn Me Down? Big Deal.