The best Quotes from Franchises (Page 28)

Few can see wither their road will lead them, till they comes to it's end.

It's true, you don't see many Dwarf women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance that they're often mistaken for Dwarf men. And this in turn has given rise to the belief that there are no Dwarf women and that Dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground - which is, of course, ridiculous.

I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!

See, my precious: if we has it, then we can escape, even from Him, eh? Perhaps we grows very strong, stronger than the Wraiths. Lord Smeagol? Gollum the Great? The Gollum!

Rock and pool is nice and cool
So juicy sweet
Our only wish to catch a fish
So juicy sweet

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.

Only a true Gryffindor could have pulled that out of the hat, Harry.

Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students.

Lily and James... I can't believe it... I don't want to believe it.

And he that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.

Advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.

Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow,
Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.
None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the Master:
His songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster.

Courage will now be your best defence against the storm that is at hand - that and such hope as I bring.

Be silent! Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth! I haven't passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm.

For even the very wise cannot see all ends.

I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass.

It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.

The battle for Helm's Deep is over. The battle for Middle-Earth is about to begin. All our hopes now lie with two little Hobbits.

You have become a fool, Saruman, and yet pitiable. You might still have turned away from folly and evil, and have been of service. But you choose to stay and gnaw the ends of your old plots. Stay then! But I warn you, you will not easily come out again. Not unless the dark hands of the east stretch out to take you!

I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you.

Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.

Let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure!

At Hogwarts, you'll be taught not only how to use magic, but how to control it.

Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was going to be sick-he hit the field on all fours-coughed-and something gold fell into his hand.
"I've got the snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head.

Luna did not seem to have noticed; she appeared singularly uninterested in such mundane things as the score, and kept attempting to draw the crowd's attention to such things as interestingly shaped clouds and the possibility that Zacharias Smith, who had so far failed to maintain possession of the Quaffle for long than a minute, was suffering from sonething called "Loser's Lurgy".

What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally the whole school knows.

Luna did not seem perturbed by Ron’s rudeness; on the contrary, she simply watched him for a while as though he were a mildly interesting television program.

"Dad’s reprinting!" she told Harry, her eyes popping excitedly. "He can’t believe it, he says people seem even more interested in this than the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks!"

Naturally, you would not care how many times you heard from a witness, if the alternative was a serious miscarriage of justice.

"I don't think you should be an Auror, Harry," said Luna unexpectedly. Everybody looked at her. "The Aurors are part of the Rotfang Conspiracy, I thought everyone knew that. They’re working to bring down the Ministry of Magic from within using a combination of Dark Magic and gum disease."

"Now that big Hufflepuff player's got the Quaffle from her, I can't remember his name, it's something like Bibble - no, Buggins -"
"It's Cadwallader!" said Professor McGonagall loudly from beside Luna.

My dad is very supportive of any anti-Ministry action! He's always saying he'd believe anything of Fudge; I mean, the number of goblins Fudge has had assassinated! And of course he uses the Department of Mysteries to develop terrible poisons, which he secretly feeds to anybody who disagrees with him. And then there's his Umgubular Slashkilter.

This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.