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Every Hour That Passed Added To Her Grief, Because It Bore Her Further Away From The Living Man, And Because It Was A Tiny Foretaste Of The Eternity She Would Have To Spend Without Him.

-J. K. Rowling

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Every Hour That Passed

J. K. Rowling

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Every Hour That Passed Added To Her Grief, Because It Bore Her Further Away From The Living Man, And Because It Was A Tiny Foretaste Of The Eternity She Would Have To Spend Without Him.

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Right, You've Got A Crooked Sort Of Cross..." He Consulted Unfogging The Future. "that Means You're Going To Have 'trials And Suffering' — Sorry About That — But There's A Thing That Could Be The Sun... Hang On... That Means 'great Happiness'... So You're Going To Suffer But Be Very Happy..." "you Need Your Inner Eye Tested, If You Ask Me," Said Ron, And They Both Had To Stifle Their Laughs As Professor Trelawney Gazed In Their Direction.

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The Difficult Thing, The Glorious Thing, Was To Be Who You Really Were, Even If That Person Was Cruel Or Dangerous, Particularly If Cruel And Dangerous. There Was Courage In Not Distinguishing The Animal You Happened To Be. On The Other Hand, You Had To Avoid Pretending To Be More Of An Animal Than You Were: Take That Path, Start Exaggerating Or Faking And You Became Just Another Cubby, Just As Much Of A Liar, A Hypocrite

I Don't Take Any Responsibility For The Lunatic Fringes Of My Own Religion.

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Choosing To Live In Narrow Spaces Leads To Form Of Mental Agoraphobia And That Brings Its Own Terrors. I Think The Willfully Unimaginative See More Monsters, They Are Often More Afraid. What Is More, Those Who Choose Not To Empathize Enable Real Monsters. For Without Ever Committing An Act Of Outright Evil Ourselves, We Collude Through Our Own Apathy.

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Never Try To Understand The Students. They Hate It. They Would Much Rather Be Tragically Misunderstood, Wallow In Self-pity, Stew In Their Own —” “that’s Enough, Phineas,” Said Dumbledore.

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I'm Interested In That Drive, That Rush To Judgment, That Is So Prevalent In Our Society.we All Know That Pleasurable Rush That Comes From Condemning, And In The Short Term It's Quite A Satisfying Thing To Do, Isn't It?

Every Time He Tried To Reconstruct The Internal Arguments That Had Led To His Decision, They Sounded Feebler To Him.

As He Followed Bill Back To The Others A Wry Though Came To Him, Born No Doubt Of The Wine He Had Drunk. He Seemed Set On Course To Become Just As Reckless A Godfather To Teddy Lupin As Sirius Black Had Been To Him.

And Harry, With The Unerring Skill Of The Seeker, Caught The Wand In His Free Hand As Voldemort Fell Backward, Arms Splayed, The Slit Pupils Of The Scarlet Eyes Rolling Upward. Tom Riddle Hit The Floor With A Mundane Finality, His Body Feeble And Shrunken, The White Hands Empty, The Snakelike Face Vacant And Unknowing. Voldemort Was Dead, Killed By His Own Rebounding Curse, And Harry Stood With Two Wands In His Hands, Staring Down At His Enemy's Shell.

I Am Proud Of Having Done What I've Done. Very Proud.

Why Are You Worrying About You-know-who, When You Should Be Worrying About You-no-poo? The Constipation Sensation That's Gripping The Nation!

My Parents Are Muggles, Mate. They Don't Know Nothing About No Deaths At Hogwarts, Because I'm Not Stupid Enough To Tell Them.

Luck Can Only Get You So Far.

The Elf’s Eyes Found Him, And His Lips Trembled With The Effort To Form Words. ‘harry... Potter...’ And Then With A Little Shudder The Elf Became Quite Still, And His Eyes Were Nothing More Than Great, Glassy Orbs Sprinkled With Light From The Stars They Could Not See.

Ginny, Listen... I Can’t Be Involved With You Anymore. We’ve Got To Stop Seeing Each Other. We Can’t Be Together.” “it’s For Some Stupid, Noble Reason, Isn’t It?

Hagrid Howled Still More Loudly. Harry And Hermione Looked At Ron To Help Them. 'er-shall I Make A Cup Of Tea?' Said Ron. Harry Stared At Him. 'it's What My Mum Does Whenever Someone's Upset,' Ron Muttered, Shrugging.

The Knowledge That You Have Emerged Wiser And Stronger From Setbacks Means That You Are, Ever After, Secure In Your Ability To Survive.

Turn To Page Three Hundred And Ninety-four.

A Horcrux Is The Complete Opposite Of A Human Being.

Wonder What It’s Like To Have A Peaceful Life,” Ron Sighed, As Evening After Evening They Struggled Through All The Extra Homework They Were Getting.

But You're Dead," Said Harry. "oh Yes," Said Dumbledore Matter-of-factly. "then...i'm Dead Too?" "ah," Said Dumbledore, Smiling Still More Broadly. "that Is The Question, Isn't It? On The Whole, Dear Boy, I Think Not.” They Looked At Each Other, The Old Man Still Beaming. "not?" Repeated Harry. "not," Said Dumbledore. "but…" Harry Raised His Hand Instinctively Toward The Lightning Scar. It Did Not Seem To Be There. "but I Should Have Died—i Didn't Defend Myself! I Meant To Let Him Kill Me!" "and That," Said Dumbledore, "will, I Think, Have Made All The Difference.

Authority Figures Always Attract Trouble

Scrimgeour: "it's Time You Learned Some Respect!" Harry: "it's Time You Earned It.

Deathly Hallows

Was It - Was She Making A Real Prediction?' Dumbledore Looked Mildly Impressed. 'do You Know, Harry, I Think She Might Have Been,' He Said Thoughtfully. 'who'd Have Thought It? That Brings Her Total Of Real Predictions Up To Two. I Should Offer Her A Pay Raise.

My Head Of House Said I Lacked Certain Necessary Qualities...like The Ability To Behave Myself.

And That Boys," Yelled Mr. Weasley Over The Tumult Of The Crowd Below,"is Why You Should Never Go For Looks Alone!

I Always Advise Children Who Ask Me For Tips On Being A Writer To Read As Much As They Possibly Can. Jane Austen Gave A Young Friend The Same Advice, So I'm In Good Company There.

Failure Is So Impor - It Doesn't Get Spoken About Enough. We Speak About Success All The Time.

Hedwig Didn't Return Until The End Of The Easter Holidays. Percy's Letter Was Enclosed In A Package Of Easter Eggs That Mrs. Weasley Had Sent. Both Harry's And Ron's Were The Size Of Dragon Eggs, And Full Of Home-made Toffee. Hermione's, However, Was Smaller Than A Chicken's Egg. Her Face Fell When She Saw It. "your Mum Doesn't Read Witch's Weekly, By Any Chance, Does She, Ron?" She Asked Quietly. "yeah," Said Ron, Whose Mouth Was Full Of Toffee. "gets It For The Recipes." Hermione Looked Sadly At Her Tiny Egg.

I Am Very Frustrated By Fear Of Imagination, I Don’t Think That’s Healthy.

Then He Heard A Terrible Cry That Pulled At His Insides, That Expressed Agony Of A Kind That Neither Flame Nor Curse Could Cause, And He Stood Up, Swaying, More Frightened Than He Had Been That Day, More Frightened, Perhaps, Than He Had Been In His Whole Life.

Wherever I Am, If I've Got A Book With Me, I Have A Place I Can Go And Be Happy

You Can Have A Very Intense Relationship With Fictional Characters Because They Are In Your Own Head.

Parents Shouldn't Leave Their Kids Unless —unless They've Got To.

I Heard From My Dear Friend Tiberius Ogden, That You Can Produce A Patronus? For A Bonus Point...? Harry Raised His Wand, Looked Directly At Umbridge, And Imagined Her Being Sacked. Expecto Patronum! The Silver Stag Erupted From The End Of His Wand And Cantered The Length Of The Hall.

The Knowledge That You Have Emerged Wiser And Stronger From Setbacks Means That You Are, Ever After, Secure In Your Ability To Survive. You Will Never Truly Know Yourself, Or The Strength Of Your Relationships, Until Both Have Been Tested By Adversity. Such Knowledge Is A True Gift, For All That It Is Painfully Won, And It Has Been Worth More Than Any Qualification I Ever Earned.

George,” Said Fred, “i Think We’ve Outgrown Full-time Education.” “yeah, I’ve Been Feeling That Way Myself,” Said George Lightly.

Funny Harry Potter

From This Point Forth, We Shall Be Leaving The Firm Foundation Of Fact And Journeying Together Through The Murky Marshes Of Memory Into Thickets Of Wildest Guesswork.

You Saved Dad's Life. If Anyone's Got The Right To Eavesdrop On Him, It's You.

Tut, Tut — Fame Clearly Isn't Everything.

I Don't Know Who Maxime Thinks She's Kidding. If Hagrid's Half-giant, She Definitely Is. Big Bones... The Only Thing That's Got Bigger Bones Than Her Is A Dinosaur.

Chess Was The Only Thing Hermione Ever Lost At, Something Harry And Ron Thought Was Very Good For Her.

By All Means Continue Destroying My Possessions. I Daresay I Have Too Many.

Or Yet In Wise Old Ravenclaw, If You've A Ready Mind, Where Those Of Wit And Learning, Will Always Find Their Kind.

I Forgot Dumbledore Trashed Hogwarts, Refused To Resign And Ran Off To The Forest To Make Speeches To Angry Trolls.

She Kept Asking Herself Whether, If He Had Looked Cleaner, She Might Have Been More Concerned; Whether, On Some Subliminal Level, She Had Confused His Obvious Signs Of Neglect With Street-smartness, Toughness And Resilience.

Miss Granger, You Foolish Girl, How Could You Think Of Tackling A Mountain Troll On Your Own? Five Points Will Be Taken From Gryffindor For This,” Said Professor Mcgonagall. “i’m Very Disappointed In You.” Hermione Left. Professor Mcgonagall Turned To Harry And Ron. “well, I Still Say You Were Lucky, But Not Many First Years Could Have Taken On A Full-grown Mountain Troll. You Each Win Gryffindor Five Points.

... You Could Claim That Anything's Real If The Only Basis For Believing In It Is That Nobody's Proved It Doesn't Exist!

Some Say He Died. Codswallop, In My Opinion. Dunno If He Had Enough Human Left In Him To Die. Some Say He’s Still Out There, Bidin’ His Time, Like, But I Don’ Believe It.

Professor Snape Was Forcing Them To Research Antidotes. They Took This One Seriously, As He Had Hinted That He Might Be Poisoning One Of Them Before Christmas To See If Their Antidote Worked.

I Had The Idea Of A Boy Who Was A Wizard And Didn't Yet Know What He Was. I Never Sat Down And Wondered, "what Shall I Write About Next?". It Just Came, Fully Formed.

You'll Stay With Me?' Until The Very End,' Said James.

Read A Lot. Reading Really Helps. Read Anything You Can Get Your Hands On.

Bad News, Harry. I've Just Been To See Professor Mcgonagall About The Firebolt. She – Er, Got A Bit Shirty With Me. Told Me I'd Got My Priorities Wrong. Seemed To Think I Cared More About Winning The Cup Than I Do About Staying Alive. Just Because I Told Her I Didn't Care If It Threw You Off, As Long As You Caught The Snitch First.

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