Best 113 of Harry potter quotes - MyQuotes
Der Schmerz, den wir alle über diesen Verlust empfinden, erinnert mich, erinnert uns, daran, dass, obgleich wir von verschiedenen Orten kommen und verschiedene Sprachen sprechen, unsere Herzen gemeinsam schlagen. Im Licht der jüngsten Ereignisse sind die Bande der Freundschaft, die wir geknüpft haben, wichtiger denn je. Beherzigt das. Und Cedric Diggory wird nicht vergeblich gestorben sein. Beherzigt das.
I have an editor in my head, that's why I can't read Harry Potter, because Rowling is such a lousy writer.
HARRY: “The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.” (GINNY looks at him, surprised.) Dumbledore. GINNY: A strange thing to say to a child. HARRY: Not when you believe that child will have to die to save the world.
Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders!
Dumbledore's plan works well in giving Harry protection from the external danger of Voldemort. The plan also gives him an ordinary life. This ordinary life is a protection from the spiritual danger of pride, while being an aid to humility. Voldemort does not escape this danger. He has contempt for anything that makes him ordinary, such as his name Tom. He wants to be "different, separate, notorious." Harry, on the other hand, never tries to avoid his name, although the Dursleys think it a "nasty common name." He interiorises the value of being ordinary. ... singularity [is] the vice that is the opposite of accepting one's ordinariness.
Bite me, Harry Potter.
I shouldn't have survived - it was my destiny to die - even Dumbledore thought so - and yet i lived. I beat Voldemort. All these people - all these people - my parents, Fred, the Fallen Fifty - and it's me that gets to live? how is that? All this damage - and it's my fault.
Like a hot Latin Dementor, Alex materializes at his side.
They never understood what Harry Potter what about. Or maybe they didn't want to understand.
And that was when I saw what Cassidy had done to herself: the gold and red ribbing on her sweater-vest, the matching stripes on her tie, the gray uniform skirt, and the navy blazer draped over her arm... "Is that a Gryffindor tie?" I asked. "And an official Harry Potter Merchandise sweater-vest," she confirmed smugly.
The sets were fantastic. The Harry Potter sets are brilliant. You do get transported for a second.
So magic is real,’ I said. ‘Which makes you a … what?’ ‘A wizard.’ ‘Like Harry Potter?’ Nightingale sighed. ‘No,’ he said, ‘not like Harry Potter.’ ‘In what way?’ ‘I’m not a fictional character,’ said Nightingale.
Was this how the characters in Harry Potter felt when the spoke the name of You-Know-Who?
The fascination Fred and George show at Harry's scar corresponds to the need of that other twin, Thomas, to see 'the mark of the nails.
Ich habe den Premierminister der Muggel unterrichtet, und er lässt eine Vermisstenmeldung twittern. Klingt wie ein Zauber. Ist es aber nicht.
Plus, how can she be your soul mate? Didn't you tell me she'd never read Harry Potter? Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone like that? I mean, for God's sake, think of your children. What kind of environment would they be growing up in with such a mother?
Had it been in the Old Testament Harry Potter would have been put to death.
Michael Gambon telling filthy jokes and Alan Rickman talking about scrambled eggs, just really normal things, and yet they're these amazingly, superb, famous actors. I feel so privileged to have been around them on the set of Harry Potter.
I love 'Harry Potter' and JK Rowling - don't laugh at me!
Am I a professor? Goodness. I expect I was hopeless, was I?
Someday," said the Boy-Who-Lived, "when the distant descendants of Homo sapiens are looking back over the history of the galaxy and wondering how it all went so wrong, they will conclude that the original mistake was when someone taught Hermione Granger how to read.
If not for the courage and fortitude of a select few heroes during these eras, the great tides of darkness may have swallowed everything.
GINNY: After I came out of hospital — everyone ignored me, shut me out — other than, that is, the boy who had everything — who came across the Gryffindor common room and challenged me to a game of Exploding Snap. People think they know all there is to know about you, but the best bits of you are — have always been — heroic in really quiet ways. My point is — after this is over, just remember if you could that sometimes people — but particularly children — just want someone to play Exploding Snap with.
You want us to love you, is that right? Love, Tabitha Crum, is to be earned, not given away to just anyone like a festering case of fleas. She'd been seven when her mother had made the comparison of love and irritable itching. Tabitha remembered the statement quite well because it was the same year children at school had suddenly gotten it in their heads that she had a case of head lice. That had been a difficult time and nobody had gotten close to Tabitha since. Of course, with the addition of a pet mouse over the last year, her lack of friendship could perhaps be further explained by the misapprehension that she spoke to herself. Pemberley was a most excellent consultant in all matters, but he tended to stay out of sight, so Tabitha could somewhat understand the slanderous comments. Or it might have been the unfortunate, uneven unattractive, blunt-scissored haircut her mother was so fond of giving her. Or it could have been the simple truth that making friends can be an awkward and a difficult thing when it's a one-sided endeavor and you've a pet mouse and you've been painted as odd and quiet and shy, when really you're just a bit misunderstood. In any case, nobody at St. John's seemed lacking for companionship except her. But Tabitha reminded herself that there were far worse things than not having friends. In fact, she often made a game of listing far worse things: • eating the contents of a sneeze • creatures crawling into her ear holes. • losing a body part (Though that one was debatable depending on the part. An ear or small toe might be worth a friend or two.
Still here, Faulkner?" Luke sneered. "Still doing that terrible impression of Draco Malfoy?" I asked.
The Headmaster told Professor Flitwick that this was, indeed, a secret and delicate matter of which he had already been informed, and that he did not think pressing it at this time would help me or anyone. Professor Flitwick started to say something about the Headmaster's usual plotting going much too far, and I had to interrupt at that point and explain that it had been my own idea and not anything the Headmaster forced me into, so Professor Flitwick spun around and started lecturing me, and the Headmaster interrupted him and said that as the Boy-Who-Lived I was doomed to have weird and dangerous adventures so I was safer if I got into them on purpose instead of waiting for them to happen by accident, and that was when Professor Flitwick threw up his little hands and started shrieking in a high-pitched voice at both of us about how he didn't care what we were cooking up together, but this wasn't ever to happen again for as long as I was in Ravenclaw House or he would have me thrown out and I could go to Gryffindor which was where all this Dumbledoring belonged -
I imagine headaches as dementors attacking on my brain to resurrect haunting weird memories.
The ability to choose weakness over power is a capacity for sacrifice, and that sacrifice is love in action. To be weak is to be open to another, to enter relationship. Sacrifice is accepting the weakness of loss, even the loss of life, for the good of others. It is the fountain of love.
I like the idea of Warrior Flitwick running to save the day by screaming, "Let's do some charm harm, my snitches!
Ending up with that gigantic outsized brain must have taken some sort of runaway evolutionary process, something that would push and push without limits. And today's scientists had a pretty good guess at what that runaway evolutionary process had been. Harry had once read a famous book called Chimpanzee Politics. The book had described how an adult chimpanzee named Luit had confronted the aging alpha, Yeroen, with the help of a young, recently matured chimpanzee named Nikkie. Nikkie had not intervened directly in the fights between Luit and Yeroen, but had prevented Yeroen's other supporters in the tribe from coming to his aid, distracting them whenever a confrontation developed between Luit and Yeroen. And in time Luit had won, and become the new alpha, with Nikkie as the second most powerful... ...though it hadn't taken very long after that for Nikkie to form an alliance with the defeated Yeroen, overthrow Luit, and become the new new alpha. It really made you appreciate what millions of years of hominids trying to outwit each other - an evolutionary arms race without limit - had led to in the way of increased mental capacity. 'Cause, y'know, a human would have totally seen that one coming.
Through the gaps in the books, Ryan could see someone in the next aisle over, moving slowly. Someone in black. Someone whistling. Ryan recognized the tune. It was the theme music to Harry Potter.
It sounded like something you Brits would say." "Someday, I'd love to hear what you imagine my people are like." "Stiff. Formal. Everyone's a time traveler, a wizard, or works for MI6." She placed her plate on the table, pretending not to notice the legs wobbling a little at the weight. "That's not quite right. Only some of us are wizards. The rest are Muggles.
Me? Books and cleverness? There are more important things in life. Friendship, and bravery, and Harry, just be careful.
The battle is always the same, just with different chapters.
SCORPIUS: The world changes and we change with it. I am better off in this world. But the world is not better. And I don't want that.
Before the boy who lived, there was another story. One of a monster inside of a man. One of a hero inside of a child. One of a traitor inside of a friend. And one of an angel inside of a demon.
What an idiot
I had a ball doing Harry Potter.
I'll miss some of the opportunities that playing Harry [Potter] brought me.
The trouble was, I did know what I wanted from Grace Towne. I wanted to sleep with her, sure. I wanted her to be my girlfriend. A few years from now, I wanted to marry her. And then, when we were old, I wanted to drink peppermint tea and read Harry Potter to our grandchildren with her on the veranda of an old house out in the countryside as we watched a summer storm roll toward us. Was that so much to ask?
Not at all, I just don't understand how the Arch Alchemist became mortal all of a sudden." "Because he split his soul into seven pieces and hid them all over Justice City," Toby retorted. "You turned our comic book into a Harry Potter rip-off?" I spluttered.
I only want power so I can get books.
I have a theory that the world is broken up into two kinds of people." "Yeah?" "Yep. On the one side are the people who love the Harry Pottery books and wish that they could attend Hogwarts and have Ron and Hermione for best friends and vanquish Death Eaters and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." She's smiling at me, and she's just so fucking cute. I have to ask: "And the other side?" Aimee shrugs. "Douchebags.
Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to maim or seriously injure.
Nothing's really changed since the Harry Potter films came along.
Es sind nicht unsere Fähigkeiten, die zeigen, wer wir wirklich sind, sondern unsere Entscheidungen.
This has to be a joke. After all, an owl hadn't dropped a letter down my fireplace to let me know I'd been accepted into a special school, and I certainly hadn't taken an enchanted train to get to Kinsley High.
Harry Potter is awesome.
It's so Hogwarts.
De Harry Potter aprendí que una cicatriz es la evidencia de que fuiste mucho más fuerte que aquello que quiso acabar contigo.