The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was we... - J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"Would it hurt to die? All those times he had thought it was about to happen and escaped, he had never really thought of the thing itself: his will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death."

"Whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched..."

"Great, tell me when you've defeated Voldemort for me, will you?"

"How do you feel, Georgie?"whispered Mrs. Weasley.George's fingers groped for the side of his head."Saintlike,"he murmured."What's wrong with him?"croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?""Saintlike,"repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. "You see...I'm HOLEY, Fred, geddit?"

"He must have known I'd want to leave you.""No, he must have known you would always want to come back."