If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.
Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default.
To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.
Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.
Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.
Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.
Wit beyond measure is manβs greatest treasure.
We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.
Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.
Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business. Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git. Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor. Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.
He can run faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo.
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
