It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
J.K. Rowling
...Sirius had never kept him waiting before...Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him...If Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back...That he really was...
We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends.
But he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew , thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, that there was all the difference in the world.
Youth can not know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.
I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry.
Demi persahabatan! Demi kebaikan hati! Demi sepuluh Galleon per helai rambut-!
And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!' Ron yelled.
Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
Aha! What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!
If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out.
He never seemed to grasp the immense mutability of human nature, nor to appreciate that behind every nondescript face lay a wild and unique hinterland like his own.
The ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.
By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
She had a way of moving that moved him as much as music, which was what moved him most of all. Surely the spirit animating that pearless body must be unusual too? Why would nature make a vessel like that, if not to contain something still more valuable?
According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.
You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon...
Give her hell from us, Peeves.
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