Dumbledore Quotes Novels & Stories

said Astrid wiping the tears on Albus's face. "I'm sorry, Astrid." “It's okay, Albus. I wanted death for a long time because I hated life. When did I start to love life? I never know that I have started to love life itself because Draco comes into my life. Who would have thought that my death would be given by the person I love the most? This is really an irony,” said Astrid, shedding tears and smiling sadly. “I don't know whether you can communicate with The Heart of Magic or not. If The Heart of Magic can synergize with you, who knows miracles happen," said Albus.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

“You think you’re clever because you give advice like some wise old wolf.” “Ron,” “You’re dumb,” he hissed. “You’re dumb and crazy.” Hermoine’s eyes darkened. “Don’t talk to me like that,” she warned. “You should’ve stopped them!” he yelled. “You should’ve told me!” “I did tell you!” she shouted. “I told you it would happen!” “You did nothing!” he shouted louder. “You just stood there, waiting for me to fail!” Hermoine stepped forward. “You’re still alive because of me, Ron!”

“Professor Howl said we can’t let the broom control us and I thought that was a ridiculous statement because a broom is nothing more than wood. It’s not a life therefore it can’t control us.” “All magic is alive Anila and must be treated as such. Your broom could sense your wild emotions and thought that’s what you wanted, a wild ride to match those emotions,” Principal Rapport explained, making me feel even more humiliated. “You screaming only egged it on,” Damien added, agreeing with Principal Rapport. “When in doubt, stay calm. Always stay calm.” I nodded, trying to understand what they were saying, but I was suddenly drained and wanted to just sleep for the rest of the night.

It was when she excused herself to go to the bathroom that a pretty girl who was about his age had walked up to their booth. "Excuse me," she had said, waving her hand in front of him to get his attention. Adnan placed a finger between the pages he was reading before he looked up at her. "Can I help you?" he asked. "I would just like to know whether you think Professor Dumbledore was right in always showing preferential treatment towards Gryffindor house while he virtually ignored the other houses," she said, pointing towards the book in his hands. Adnan blinked at her, not really sure what to make of this strange girl.

"Richard Bach." I nodded. "You taught me that quote the night I kissed you for the first time." He continued, his fingers weaving through loose hair around my face. "And I held on to that every day since." "Dean." I said softly. "Boy, was Richard right." His tone matched mine, but he did it with a small chuckle. "And how wrong were you when you said that about us." I pulled Dean closer to me so our lips could meet and immediately I felt his soft lips against mine, I let out a sound that made it clear that I had been waiting to do that all day.