Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone – J.K. Rowling

  • “There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it.” 
  • “To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”
  • “Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here!” 
  • “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
  • “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.”
  • “Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves it’s own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.”
  • “There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.”
  • “The trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.” 
  • “I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed – or worse, expelled. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.” 
  • “Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
    Teach us something please,
    Whether we be old and bald,
    Or young with scabby knees,
    Our heads could do with filling
    With some interesting stuff,
    For now they’re bare and full of air,
    Dead flies and bits of fluff,
    So teach us something worth knowing,
    Bring us back what we’ve forgot,
    Just do your best, we’ll do the rest,
    And learn until our brains all rot…” 
  • “Always the innocent are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now.” 
  • “The truth.” Dumbledore sighed. “It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.” 
  • “Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.”
  • “One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.” 
  • “A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter – the boy who lived!” 
  • “I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper on death.”
  • “I tell you, that dragon’s the most horrible animal I’ve ever met, but the way Hagrid goes on about it, you’d think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit.” 
  • “Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.” 
  • “It’s lucky it’s dark. I haven’t blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.” 
  • “Oh, these people’s minds work in strange ways, Petunia, they’re not like you and me,” said Uncle Vernon, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruitcake Aunt Petunia had just brought him.”
  • “I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death.”