Harry Potter Quotes Happiness Novels & Stories

No hatred invested in our hearts. Happiness. That's what filled our hearts now and I could never ask for more. itsclarixass

Oliver informed me as I was admiring the jar. "You seem very happy right now. Why don't you try reading the chit of happiness." I looked at him excitedly. "Good Idea." I gushed and opened the lid. Yellow color was representating happiness, hence I removed a yellow chit and opened it. It read: That exhilaration you're feeling is precious. Hold onto it. If you ever feel low, remember this moment. Remember the reason why you're happy. My eyes froze on the last sentence. Remember the reason why you're happy- I am happy because I showed some courage and helped myself. I did what no one had ever done for me.

Luna raised her head, looking at Harry with teary eyes. Harry continued, “Even if you know it won’t work, you still have to muster up your courage, just like what you did in the fourth round of the Grand Medicinal Competition. “Happiness is something you have to strive for. It’s not something you wait to drop from the sky while staying at home. “As long as the Wolf King isn’t married, hugging another woman doesn’t mean anything. You still have many chances!” Those words struck Luna. Yes, she should not remain disheartened like this, and she should not be hiding in her blanket crying.

He absently scratched the back of his head as he stayed quiet for some seconds. "What if I fail? What if I chicken out?" I thought out loud. I glanced at Harry and he seemed he didn't hear me and I was partly grateful. "Hey?" I called as I tapped him lightly on his hands. "I'm sorry, I was thinking of something," He apologised. "Figured. . ." "Whatever happens don't forget your goal," Harry stated. I looked at him and he smiled. "My mother always told me that, I felt you needed to hear it," He grinned, he had the perfect sets of white teeth and I noticed he had only one dimple.

Seeing that he wasn't angry, I continued to eat. After a while, out of the blue, Quentin asked me, "For you, what is happiness?" I paused while eating, looking at Quentin. Why ask such abstract questions? "Happiness, happiness is..." I tilted my head, "Making money?" Quentin: "..." I laughed foolishly. I felt that my answer was perfect, even wanting to applaud myself, "Yes, happiness is making money!" Quentin patted his pocket, "Do you need money?" I didn't answer. I had never thought of asking Quentin for money.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

High praise, indeed. . I took their orders and went to help Harry prepare it. He asked “Do you think we are going to be so lucky? No more unruly.. ungrateful Neanderthal teenagers at lunch?” I laughed so hard at that “If the Goddess is smiling on us! It would be a blessing!” .

“Shhhs, you don’t have to worry about him anymore. He is where he belongs and if he ever comes near you again, I will make sure that he is not alive to see the raising sun the next day even if that is the last thing that I do.” He must have thought that I was asleep when he said the last part because he wasn’t even looking at me but at the wall behind us. I wasn’t going to say anything, so I closed my eyes and basked in the fact that there was in fact someone out there who was nice and friendly towards me and not just when it suited him or when he needed something.

"A golden bee stung you and made you kind." "Or a magical weasel exchanged your frozen heart with that of Santa." Scarlett said, without any trace of a smile on her face. He chuckled. "Nothing like that. I simply realised that being happy is the best thing I could do as an ill-mannered narcissist." Madam Turi shrugged her shoulders as she considered it. "That's somewhat reasonable." "I'm really so happy to see all of you." He admitted. "You'll never actually know the importance of people until they're gone."

Harry frowns. “I watched you make that, it’s just a normal drink. Where’s the magic?” He demands. “Here.” I say calmly as I reach behind the bar, grab some of the pink potion in my bare hands and fling it right at his face, essentially glitter bombing him. He sputters and coughs out a cloud of glitter. I expect him to be annoyed or complain but instead he just bursts out laughing.