The ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them… in here.[putting his hand to Harry’s heart]
When in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin.
She’s gone mental, Hermione has. I mean, not that she wasn’t always mental, but now it’s out in the open for everyone to see.
The truth lies buried like a sentence deep within a book, waiting to be read.
Mysterious thing, time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous.
In dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own.
Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
Dementors force us to relive our very worst memories. Our pain becomes their power.[to Harry]
A child’s voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen.