All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be the blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.
Science does not know its debt to imagination.
If you need to tell your readers something... there are only two characters that you can put it convincingly into their dialogue. One is Hermione, the other is Dumbledore. In both cases you accept, it's plausible that they have, well Dumbledore knows pretty much everything anyway, but that Hermione has read it somewhere. So, she's handy.
Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.
What an astonishing thing a book is. It's a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you're inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you...Books break the shackles of time...proof that humans are capable of working magic.
She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.
The rational mind continually looks for similarities. A deeper mind sees the uniqueness in every particle and every situation.
Faith is the great madman inside you who won't listen to reason.
...rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor -- such is my idea of happiness. And then, on the top of all that, you for a mate, and children perhaps -- what more can the heart of man desire?