Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.

He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be, and if all else remained, and we were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger… He’s always, always in my mind; not as a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

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

Malfoy glanced around - Harry knew he was checking for signs of teachers, then he looked back at Harry and said in a low voice, "You're dead, Potter."
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Funny," he said, "you'd think I'd have stopped walking around ..."

"Well, I had one that I was playing Quidditch the other night," said Ron, screwing up his face in an effort to remember. "What do you think that means?" "Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something," said Harry, turning the pages of The Dream Oracle without interest.

A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, "One person can't feel all that at once, they'd explode." "Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have," said Hermione nastily, picking up her quill again.

I hear that you met the Minister of Magic over Christmas?” “Yes,” said Harry. “He’s not very happy with me.” “No,” sighed Dumbledore. “He is not very happy with me either. We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.

Ron turned a little pink, but did not look displeased as he turned back to the sprouts. “Mind your own business.” “What a snappy retort,” said Fred. “I really don’t know how you think of them."

'Yep - nine "Outstandings" and one "Exceeds Expectations" in Defence Against the Dark Arts.'
He looked down at her, half-amused, half-exasperated.
'You're actually disapointed, aren't you?'
Hermione shook her head, but Harry laughed.

'Do you remember me telling you we are practising non-verbal spells, Potter?'

'Yes.'

'Yes, sir.'

'There's no need to call me "sir", Professor.'

"I don't mean to be rude-" he began, in a tone that threatened rudeness in every syllable.
"Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often," Dumbledore finished the sentence gravely. "Best to say nothing at all, my dear man."

"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"

'But this is touching, Severus,' said Dumbledore seriously. 'Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?' 'For him?' shouted Snape. 'Expecto patronum!' From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: she landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. 'After all this time?' 'Always,' said Snape.

It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that

Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London Underground.

a) Do you have a vagina? and b) Do you want to be in charge of it? If you said ´yes´ to both, then congratulations! You´re a feminist.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a large fortune must be in want of a wife.

An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. - Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.