Quotes by J.K. Rowling

Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.

What you fear most of all is —fear. Very wise...

I am very frustrated by fear of imagination, I don’t think that’s healthy.

Voldemort is playing a very clever game. Declaring himself might have provoked open rebellion. Remaining masked has created confusion, uncertainty, and fear.

An intense cold swept over them all. Harry felt his own breath catch in his chest. The cold went deeper than his skin. It was inside his chest, it was inside his very heart. . . .Harry’s eyes rolled up into his head. He couldn’t see. He was drowning in cold. There was a rushing in his ears as though of water. He was being dragged downward, the roaring growing louder . . .And then, from far away, he heard screaming, terrible, terrified, pleading screams. He wanted to help whoever it was, he tried to move his arms, but couldn’t . . . a thick white fog was swirling around him, inside him —

I think the willfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.

He must have known Id want to leave you.No, he must have known you would always want to come back.

Harry - youre a great wizard, you know. Im not as good as you, said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him.Me! said Hermione. Books! And cleverness! There are more important things - friendship and bravery and - oh Harry - be careful!

Well be there, Harry, said RonWhat?At your Aunt and Uncles house, said Ron, And then well go with you wherever youre going.No- said Harry quickly; he hadnt counted on this, he had meant them to understand that he was undertaking the most dangerous journey alone. You said it once before, said Hermione quickly, that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. Weve had time, havent we? Were with you whatever happens.

I have one last hope for you, which is something that I already had at 21. The friends with whom I sat on graduation day have been my friends for life. They are my children’s godparents, the people to whom I’ve been able to turn in times of trouble, friends who have been kind enough not to sue me when I’ve used their names for Death Eaters. At our graduation we were bound by enormous affection, by our shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course, by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister.

You think Im a fool? demanded Harry.No, I think youre like James, said Lupin, who would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends.

His hand closed automatically around the fake Horcrux but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort he knew must come whether in a month in a year or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione.

Go on, have a pasty, said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harrys pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).

Youre the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.

I was terrified they would desert me the moment they found out what I was. But of course, they, like you, Hermione, wourked out the truth...And they didn´t desert me at all. Instead they did something for me that would make my transformations not only bearable, but the best times of my life. They became Animagi.(...)They couldn´t keep me company as humans, so they kept me company as animals.

All I ever wanted to do was go to Hogwarts and have a mate to get up to mayhem with. Just like Harry Potter. And I got his son. How crazily fortunate is that.

Besides, the world isnt split into good people and Death Eaters.

I had a dream about a motorcycle, said Harry, remembering suddenly. It was flying.Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache: MOTORCYCLES DONT FLY!Dudley and Piers sniggered.I know they dont, said Harry. It was only a dream.

By the time she had interpreted Harrys dreams at the top of her voice (all of which, even the ones that involved eating porridge, apparently foretold a gruesome and early death), he was feeling much less sympathetic toward her.

For in dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud. (Albus Dumbledore)