La vie, d’une manière générale, n’a pas de sens. Sauf si vous vous efforcez de lui en donner un et que vous vous battez chaque jour que Dieu fait pour atteindre ce but.
Había pasado treinta años satisfaciendo mis ambiciones, me enfrentaba a los siguientes treinta intentando mantener esas ambiciones a flote y, al pensar bien en ellas, me pregunté en qué momento me dedicaría a vivir, sin más
The reason writers are such fragile beings, Marcus, is that they suffer from two sorts of emotional pain, which is twice as much as a normal human being: the heartache of love and the heartache of books. Writing a book is like loving someone. It can ...
I am looking at it from the point of view of a harried user, which I am, and I believe that I am much more like the typical non-technical harried user than I am like the people who smoothly operate everything.
Harry Potter to me is a bore. His talent arrives as a gift; he's chosen. Who can identify with that? But Hermione - she's working harder than anyone, she's half outsider, right? Half Muggle. She shouldn't be there at all. It's so unfair that Harry's ...
Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?' 'Yes,' said Harry. 'You called her a liar?' 'Yes.' 'You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?' 'Yes.' Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, frowning at Harry. Then she said, 'Have a bi...
Lord Voldemort: Where will he be taken, the boy? Severus Snape: To a safe house. Most likely the home of someone in the Order. I've been told he's been given every mannerr of protection possible. Once there, it will be impractical to attack him.
Minerva McGonagall: Why don't you confer with Mr. Finnigan? As I recall, he has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics. Seamus Finnigan: I can bring it down! Minerva McGonagall: That's the spirit, now away you go.
Ron: [sitting bolt upright in bed] Spiders... the spiders... they want me to tap-dance. And I don't want to tap-dance! Harry: You tell those spiders, Ron. Ron: Yeah, tell them... I'll tell them... [falls straight back asleep]
Ron: Who do you think that is? Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin. Ron: Do you know everything? [to Harry] Ron: How is it she knows everything? Hermione: [annoyed] It's on his suitcase, Ronald. Ron: Oh.
Fleur Delacour: You saved her even though she wasn't yours to save! My little sister [kisses Harry on the cheeks] Fleur Delacour: Thank you! And you, you helped! Ron: Well, a little... [she kisses Ron on the cheeks]
Harry Potter: [to Snape] He's got Padfoot! He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden! Dolores Umbridge: Padfoot? What is Padfoot? And where what's hidden? What is he talking about Snape? Severus Snape: [pause] No idea.
Seamus Finnigan: [in the grand hall] Harry! I... uh... I wanted to apologize. I know with everything me mam is saying in the Prophet is all very druddle. So, what I'm really trying to say is that... I believe you.
Ron: [mimicking Hermione] "It's Levi-OOOOH-sa not LevioSAR." She's a nightmare, honestly. It's no wonder she hasn't got any friends! [Hermione comes up from behind them and pushes past Ron, in tears] Harry: I think she heard you.
Harry: Right, the Christmas party. Not my favorite night of the year, and your unhappy job to organize. Mia: Tell me. Harry: Well, it's basic, really. Find a venue, over-order on the drinks, bulk-buy the guacamole and advise the girls to avoid Kevin ...
Alonzo Harris: All right, burn it, barbecue it, fish-fry it, I don't give a fuck, but it'll make the boys feel better... Jake Hoyt: Fuck their feelings. Alonzo Harris: You're not makin' them feel like you're part of the team. Jake Hoyt: Team? You guy...
Alonzo Harris: Hey, first Damu puts one in his head... I'll make you a rich man. Bone: You got us twisted, homey. You got to put your own work in around here. Alonzo Harris: All right, it's like that, Bone ? Bone: It's like that.
Yuri: I also have some dim-dims. You use this word, dim-dims? The bullets that make the head explode? Harry: Dum-dums. Yeah. Yuri: Would you like some of these dim-dims? Harry: I know I shouldn't... but I will. [takes whole case of dum-dums]
A hungry dog hunts best.
I try firstly to make buildings humane.
Either a war has to be fought, or it doesn't.
