The best Quotes from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (Page 2)

It was important, Dumbledore said, to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then could evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated.

Ron: "There is no way they'd let me be a Death Eater! My whole family are blood traitors! That's as bad as Muggle-borns to Death Eaters!"
Harry: "And they'd love to have me. We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in."

From this point forth, we shall be leaving the firm foundation of fact and journeying together through the murky marshes of memory into thickets of wildest guesswork.

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. After several long moments, or it might have been half an hour-or possibly several sunlit days- they broke apart.

For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry... although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam preferences before impersonating myself.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

Harry was left to ponder in silence the depths to which girls would sink to get revenge.

Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my "furry little problem" in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit.

"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."

"He accused me of being Dumbledore's man through and through."
"How very rude of him."
"I told him I was."
Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. Fawkes the phoenix let out a low, soft, musical cry. To Harry's intense embarrassment, he suddenly realized that Dumbledore's bright blue eyes looked rather watery, and stared hastily at his own knee. When Dumbledore spoke, however, his voice was quite steady.
"I am very touched, Harry."

"Three Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest."
Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. "Much more macho."
"Thanks," said Harry, grinning. "And what did you tell her Ron's got?"
"A Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where."

It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.

Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.

Ah, Harry, how often this happens, even between the best of friends! Each of us believes that what he has to say is much more important than anything the other might have to contribute!

What about you and Lavender, thrashing about like a pair of eels all over the place?

"Comin' ter see old Aragog off, though, eh? Well… he'd've liked that, Aragog would."
Harry thought privately that what Aragog would have liked most about Slughorn was the ample amount of edible flesh he provided.

Myrtle: "We had lots in common... I'm sure he felt it..."
Ron: "When you say you had lots in common, d'you mean he lives in an S-bend too?"

Madam Pomfrey: "You shouldn't overexert yourself for a few hours."
Harry: "I don't want to stay overnight. I want to find McLaggen and kill him!"
Madam Pomfrey: "I'm afraid that would come under the heading of 'overexertion'."

Albus Dumbledore: "Good evening, Amycus. And you've brought Alecto too… charming…"
Alecto Carrow: "Think your little jokes'll help you on your deathbed then?"
Albus Dumbledore: "Jokes? No, no, these are manners. Is that you, Fenrir?"
Fenrir Greyback: "That's right. Pleased to see me, Dumbledore?"
Albus Dumbledore: "No, I cannot say that I am."

Well, Wormtail's here, but we're not counting vermin, are we? As you have clearly realised, Wormtail, we have guests.

Harry: "Snape'll be gone by the end of the year."
Ron: "What do you mean?"
Harry: "That job's jinxed. No one's lasted more than a year... Quirrell actually died doing it. Personally, I'm going to keep my fingers crossed for another death."

If you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do.

Luna: "People expect you to have cooler friends than us."
Harry Potter: "You are cool. None of them were at the Ministry. They didn't fight with me."
Luna: "That's a very nice thing to say."

Molly: "People think they might be dead tomorrow, so they're rushing all sorts of decisions they'd normally take time over. It was the same last time he was powerful, people eloping left, right, and centre -"
Ginny: "Including you and Dad."

Harry Potter: "Did you know, sir? Then...?"
Albus Dumbledore: "Did I know that I had just met the most dangerous Dark wizard of all-time? No."

And Harry Potter's now having an argument with his Keeper. I don't think that'll help him find the Snitch, but maybe it's a clever ruse.

What do I care how 'e looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!

Fleur: "It would take more zan a werewolf to stop Bill loving me!"
Molly: "Well, yes, I'm sure, but I thought perhaps - given how - how he -"
Fleur: "You thought I would not weesh to marry him? Or per'aps, you hoped?"

Bill is very busy at ze moment, working very 'ard, and I only work part-time at Gringotts for my Eenglish, so he brought me 'ere for a few days to get to know 'is family properly. I was so pleased to 'ear you would be coming - zere isn't much to do 'ere, unless you like cooking and chickens!

"Oh, come and stir my cauldron,
And if you do it right
I'll boil you up some hot, strong love
To keep you warm tonight."
"We danced to this when we were eighteen!" said Mrs Weasley, wiping her eyes on her knitting.

Nearly Headless Nick: "I would rather die than betray his trust."
"That's not saying much, seeing as you're already dead," Ron observed.

Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb.

"What is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called - unless our information is faulty - Lavender Brown?"
Ron turned a little pink, but did not look displeased as he turned back to the sprouts.
"Mind your own business."
"What a snappy retort," said Fred. "I really don't know how you think of them. No, what we wanted to know was... how did it happen?"
"What d'you mean?"
"Did she have an accident or something?"
"What?"
"Well, how did she sustain such extensive brain damage?"

I would expect nothing more sophisticated from you, Ronald Weasley, the boy so solid he cannot Apparate half an inch across a room.

I must say, you're taking it a lot better than your predecessor. He tried to throw me out of the window, thought I was a hoax planned by the opposition.

He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood?

Harry: "Sorry I made you miss the carriages, by the way, Luna."
Luna: "That's all right. I was like being with a friend."
Harry: "Oh, I am your friend, Luna."
Luna: "That's nice."

Ron: "How much is this?"
Fred and George: "Five Galleons."
Ron: "How much for me?"
Fred and George: "Five Galleons."
Ron: "I'm your brother!"
Fred and George: "Ten Galleons."

Dumbledore's man through and through, aren't you, Potter?

People believe you are the Chosen One, you see. They think you quite the hero - which, of course, you are, Harry, chosen or not!

Ron dropped several boxes, swore and made a rude hand gesture at Fred that was unfortunately spotted by Mrs Weasley, who had chosen that moment to appear. "If I see you do that again I'll jinx your fingers together."

"Best range of love potions you'll find anywhere."
Ginny raised an eyebrow sceptically. "Do they work?"
"Certainly they work, for up to twenty-four hours at a time depending on the weight of the boy in question -"
"- and the attractiveness of the girl," said George.

Bill's not that down-to-earth. He's a curse-breaker, isn't he, he likes a bit of adventure, a bit of glamour... I expect that's why he's gone for Phlegm.

Why are you worrying about You-Know-Who? You should be worrying about U-No-Poo - the constipation sensation that's gripping the nation!

Don't count your owls before they are delivered.

"But then," bleated the Prime Minister, "why hasn't a former Prime Minister warned me -?"
At this, Fudge had actually laughed.
"My dear Prime Minister, are you ever going to tell anybody?"

Horace Slughorn: "Thank you for the pineapple, you're quite right, it is my favorite - but how did you know?"
Tom Riddle: "Intuition."

Remus Lupin: "I am not being ridiculous. Tonks deserves somebody young and whole."
Arthur Weasley: "But she wants you. And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so."

I can make animals do what I want them to do, without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me. I can make them hurt if I want to.

Been kissing Pigwidgeon, have you? Or have you got a picture of Auntie Muriel stashed under your pillow?