Every time I get close to an answer it slips away, it's maddedning.
Harry, there is never a perfect answer in this messy, emotional world. Perfection is beyond the reach of humankind, beyond the reach of magic. In every shining moment of happiness is that drop of poison: the knowledge that pain will come again. Be honest to those you love, show your pain. To suffer is as human as to breathe.
— Would he like a cup of tea?
— He'll have some milk. Hide the teaspoons.
You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who... ask for it.
Regret is my constant companion. Do not let it become yours.
— But how would you find them? They could be hidden anywhere, couldn’t they...
— True. But magic, especially Dark magic... leaves traces.
— Can't say for certain it was my... spell. Doesn't really matter. One minute she was there, and the next she was gone.
— I'm so sorry, Albus. But if it's of any comfort, perhaps she was saved some pain...
— Don't. Don't disappoint me, Newt. You of all people. Your honesty is a gift... even if at times a painful one. Our friends downstairs will be tired and wanting to go home. You should... You should go.
— Albus, Lally said something earlier about most of us being ultimately imperfect. But even if we make mistakes, terrible things... we can try to make things right. And that's what matters... trying.
— I was young. I was...
— Committed. To me. To us.
— No. I went along because...
— Because?
— Because I was in love with you.
— Yes.
