'You all righ'?' he said gruffly. 'Yeah,' said Harry. 'No, yeh're not,' said Hagrid. 'Of course yeh're not. But yeh will be.'

What's life without a little risk?

It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices.

We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

It is our choices... that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already.

The world is full of wonderful things you haven't seen yet. Don't ever give up on the chance of seeing them.

There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you.

Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

Beauty and Money will get you a relationship, but not love. Listening, caring and being there will get you Love.

All that is beautiful can only be felt.

Life doesn’t just happen to you. You react to it, and you are not forced to react the way you do. Your heart determines your reactions.

Crap, make one, two really bad decisions in your life, and you spend the rest of it doubting everything.

It doesn't seem to make any sense, but then it never does! It's usually only afterwards when the pieces finally fit together, that you're left standing there thinking how obvious it always was.

I'm not a writer who teaches. I'm a teacher who writes.

Disagreement produces debate but dissent produces dissension.

Civilization is in a race between education and catastrophe. Let us learn the truth and spread it as far and wide as our circumstances allow. For the truth is the greatest weapon we have.

Sometimes people count their chickens before they hatch.

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.