Once, long ago, Parminder had told Barry the story of Bhai Kanhaiya, the Sikh hero who had administered to the needs of those wounded in combat, whether friend or fo. When asked why he gave aid indiscriminately, Bahai Kanhaiya had replied that the light of God shone from every soul, and that he had been unable to distinguish between them.
You will never truly know yourself or the strength of your relationships until both have been tested by adversity.
To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.
Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel – Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.
When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.
If it’s a good book, anyone will read it. I’m totally unashamed about still reading things I loved in my childhood.
Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them.
Wands are only as powerful as the wizards who use them. Some wizards just like to boast that theirs are bigger and better than other people’s.
Oh, of course,” said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. “I forgot we’ll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.
Writing for me is a kind of compulsion, so I don’t think anyone could have made me do it, or prevented me from doing it.
Failure is not fun. It can be awful. But living so cautiously that you never fail is worse.
The thing about growing up with Fred and George,” said Ginny thoughtfully, “is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
I’ll make Goyle do lines, it’ll kill him, he hates writing,” said Ron happily. He lowered his voice to Goyle’s low grunt and, screwing up his face in a look of pained concentration, mimed writing in midair. “I... must... not... look... like... a... baboon’s... backside.
I’m not going to be murdered,” Harry said out loud. “That’s the spirit, dear,” said his mirror sleepily.
Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.
Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.
Everyone queue up!? Malfoy roared to the crowd. ‘Harry Potter’s giving out signed photos!
That wand’s more trouble than it’s worth,” said Harry. “And quite honestly,” he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, “I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.
Maybe a man in a million could unite the Hallows, Harry. I was fit only to possess the meanest of them, the least extraordinary. I was fit to own the Elder Wand, and not to boast of it, and not to kill with it. I was permitted to tame and to use it, because I took it, not for gain, but to save others from it.