Don’t kill doves in the garden. You kill one and the others won’t come.
— Why do they affect me so, Professor? I mean, more than everyone else...
— Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory, until a person is left with nothing but his worst experiences. You're not weak, Harry. The Dementors affect you most, because there are true horrors in your past. Horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
— Forgive me, Mr. Potter. But your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.
— He was a murderer.
Everything matters. Everything we do matters.
Great storms announce themselves with a simple breeze, and a single rebel spark can ignite the fires of rebellion.
As ever, Watson, you see but do not observe. To you, the world remains an impenetrable mystery, whereas to me it is an open book. Hard logic versus romantic whimsy. That is your choice. You fail to connect actions to their consequences. Now, for the last time. If you want to keep the rattle, do not throw the rattle.
When something like this happens you are lost. You don't know who you are anymore and what you're capable of. Unless I do something this is always how people will remember me. A feather. And that is how I will always see myself: a coward. All I know is that I can't live with myself like this.
For everyone nowadays knows, absolutely is certain, that nothing will ever happen to me. Others die, I go on. There are no consequences and no responsibilities. Except that there are.
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