Quotes from Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

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.

Those that we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch.

You ask me, of all people, how to protect a boy in terrible danger? We cannot protect the young from harm. Pain must and will come.

You - the three of you - you shone you know? You liked each other. You had fun. I envied you those friendships more than anything else.

They were great men, with huge flaws, and you know what – those flaws almost made them greater.

So you’re telling me that the whole of history rests on... Neville Longbottom? This is pretty wild.

Hermione: "I'm sorry, Severus."
Snape looks at her, and then swallows the pain. He indicates Ron with a flick of his head. "Well, at least I'm not married to him."

Draco: "I always envied you them, you know - Weasley and Granger. I had -"
Ginny: "Crabbe and Goyle."
Draco: "Two lunks who wouldn't know one end of a broomstick from another."

Hogwarts isn't actually that pleasant a place when you don't fit in.

Love blinds. We have both tried to give our sons, not what they needed, but what we needed. We’ve been so busy trying to rewrite our own pasts, we’ve blighted their present.

I've never fought alone, you see. And I never will.

Scorpius: "I asked out Rose Granger-Weasley."
Albus: "And she said no."
Scorpius: "But I asked her. I planted the acorn. The acorn that will grow into our eventual marriage."
Albus: "You are aware that you're an utter fantasist."

People say parenting is the hardest job in the world - they're wrong - growing up is. We all just forget how hard it was.

How many people have died for the Boy Who Lived?

The rumor is that he's Voldemort's son, Albus. It's probably rubbish. I mean... look, you've got a nose.

Voldemort wanted you! Not my son! You told me yourself, the words he said were "kill the spare". The spare. My son, my beautiful son, was a spare.

It took me a long time to discover your weakness, Albus Potter. I thought it was pride, I thought it was the need to impress your father, but then I realised your weakness was the same as your father's - friendship.

Green is a soothing color, isn't it? I mean Gryffindor rooms are all well and good but the trouble with red is - it is said to send you a little mad - not that I'm casting aspersions...

Ron: "You've said some very unfair things to and about my wife..."
Hermione: "And your wife doesn't need you fighting her battles for her."

Scorpius: "If I had to choose a companion to be at the return of eternal darkness with, I'd choose you."
Albus: "No offense, but I'd choose someone massive and really good at magic."

Delphi: "What have you done?"
Scorpius: "I, uh, I opened a book. Something which has - in all my years on this planet - never been a particularly dangerous activity."

It's tough to live with people stuck in the past, isn't it?

After I came out of hospital - everyone ignored me, shut me out - other than, that is, the boy who had everything - who came across the Gryffindor common room and challenged me to a game of Exploding Snap. People think they know all there is to know about you, but the best bits of you are - have always been - heroic in really quiet ways

Okay, whatever was holding your brain together seems to have snapped.

There's a silence. A perfect, profound silence. One that sits low, twists a bit, and has damage within it.

I've done this job for centuries
On every student's head I've sat
Of thoughts I take inventories
For I'm the famous Sorting Hat

I've sorted high, I've sorted low,
I've done the job through thick and thin
So put me on and you will know
Which House you should be in

At this precise moment in time, I take no pleasure in being right.

Myrtle Elizabeth Warren - a pretty name - my name - no need for the "moaning".

Are you crawling away from me? Harry Potter. Hero of the wizarding world. Crawling away like a rat.

A memorial? I am not interested in a memorial - not anymore. I am an old man - an old dying man - and I am here to ask you - beg you - to help me get him back.

Delphi: "Then kill me."
Harry: "I can't do that either."
Albus: "What? Dad? She's dangerous."
Harry: "No, Albus."
Albus: "But she's a murderer- I've seen her murder-"
Harry: "Yes, Albus, she's a murdurer, and we're not."
Hermione: "We have to be better than them."
Ron: "Yeah, it's annoying but it's what we learnt."

The Malfoys. The family you can always rely on to make the world a murkier place.

Scorpius: "A doe? Lily's Patronus."
Snape: "Strange, isn't it? What comes from within."

When spares are spared,
when time is turned,
when unseen children murder their fathers:
Then will the Dark Lord return.

Pity is a start, my friend, a foundation on which to build a palace - a palace of love.

Thank you for being my light in the darkness.

The lesson even your father sometimes failed to heed is that bravery doesn't forgive stupidity. Always think. Think what's possible.

I am the new past. I am the new future. I am the answer this world has been looking for.

That's the thing, isn't it? About friendships. You don't know what he needs. You only know he needs it.

I will rebirth the Dark. I will bring my father back.

I'm being bossed around by Hermione Granger. And I'm mildly enjoying it.

It is exceptionally lonely, being Draco Malfoy. I will always be suspected. There is no escaping the past.

I shouldn't have survived - it was my destiny to die - even Dumbledore thought so - and yet i lived. I beat Voldemort. All these people - all these people - my parents, Fred, the Fallen Fifty - and it's me that gets to live? How is that? All this damage - and it's my fault.