To hurt is as human as to breathe.
Harry was left to ponder in silence the depths to which girls would sink to get revenge.
There’s always room for a story that can transport people to another place.
You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?
Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.
We did it, we bashed them wee Potter’s the one, and Voldy’s gone moldy, so now let’s have fun!
The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing.
According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.
There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it.
Dumbledore will only leave from Hogwarts when there are none loyal to him!
Don’t worry. You’re just as sane as I am.
I’ll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I’m not there.
You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends.
Snape’s patronus was a doe,? said Harry, ’the same as my mother’s because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from when they were children.
Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.
Time will not slow down when something unpleasant lies ahead.
This is night, Diddykins. That’s what we call it when it goes all dark like this.
Here lies Dobby, a free elf.