Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.

Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.

But you're dead,' said Harry. 'Oh, yes,' said Dumbledore matter-of-factly. 'Then... am I dead too?' 'Ah,' said Dumbledore, smiling still more broadly. 'That is the question, isn't it? On the whole, dear boy, I think not.

The silence was unbearable to him. If the pictures could have reflected the feelings inside him, they would have been screaming in pain.

No witch has ever claimed to own the Elder Wand. Make of that what you will.

You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no . . . anything. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just — exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever . . . lost.

The only reason to delay at this point was because the immediate prospect was so deeply uninviting.