Quotes from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

You're the weak one. And you'll never know love, or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.

By all means continue destroying my possessions, I daresay I have too many.

Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human.

We've all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

Ron: "One person couldn't feel all that. They'd explode."
Hermione: "Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have!"

Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question. One: He's sitting on my chair. Two: He's wearing my clothes. Three: His name's Remus Lupin.

The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

Hermione: "I mean, it's sort of exciting isn't it? Breaking the rules."
Ron: "Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?"

Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.

You may, perhaps, wondered why I never chose you as a prefect? I must confess... that I rather thought... you had enough responsibility to be going on with.

Being different isn't a bad thing. It means you're brave enough to be yourself.

"Ron," said Hermione in a dignified voice, dipping the point of her quill into her ink pot, "you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet."

The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter... or at least, most minds are.

Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair.

"E" for "Exceeds Expectations". And I've always thought Fred and I should've got "E" in everything, because we exceeded expectations just by turning up for the exams.

My mum always said things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect.

You're just as sane as I am.

What's life without a little risk?

Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.

Your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death has always been your greatest weakness.

Without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress's sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation.

Umbridge: "You will please copy the approved text four times to ensure maximum retention. There'll be no need to talk."
Hermione: "No need to think's more like it."

"Grawp's about sixteen feet tall, enjoys ripping up twenty-foot pine trees, and knows me," she snorted, "as Hermy."

Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily - weak people, in other words.

Crabbe, loosen your hold a little. If Longbottom suffocates it will mean a lot of tedious paperwork.

They think I'm a bit odd, you know. Some people call me 'Loony Lovegood' actually.

"You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!"
"What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?"

Sirius was a brave, clever, and energetic man, and such men are not usually content to sit at home in hiding while they believe others to be in danger.

Even though we've got a fight ahead of us, we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have: Something worth fighting for.

"You're dead, Potter!"
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Funny," he said, "you'd think I'd have stopped walking around."

"You do not seek to kill me, Dumbledore?" called Voldemort, his scarlet eyes narrowed. "Above such brutality, are you?"
"We both know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom," Dumbledore said calmly.

Umbridge: "Potter, do something. Tell them I mean no harm!"
Harry: "I'm sorry, professor. But I must not tell lies."

Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity.
"No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother."

Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me.

Dumbledore: "It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom. The Aurors are on their way."
Voldemort: "By which time I shall be gone, and you will be dead!"

"I can't see no gas."
"That's because it's colorless," said Ginny in a convincingly exasperated voice, "but if you want to walk through it, carry on, then we'll have your body as proof for the next idiot who didn't believe us."

Neville: "I'm nobody."
Ginny: "No you're not."

"This boy has as much chance of becoming an Auror as Dumbledore has of ever returning to this school."
"A very good chance, then," said Professor McGonagall.

The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure.

"Mistletoe," said Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it.
"Good thinking," said Luna seriously. "It's often infested with Nargles."

You can laugh! But people used to believe there were no such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack!

I sleepwalk, you see. That's why I wear shoes to bed.

"Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?" inquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko's bags.
"Or any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this," said Fred.

"You don't want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out," said Fred, also beaming. "There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you."

Time is Galleons, little brother.

Ask us no questions and we'll tell you no lies.

"Size is no guarantee of power," said George. "Look at Ginny."

Give her hell from us, Peeves.

Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those whose ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those with brave deeds to their name,"
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot, and treat them just the same."

"You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments."
"Yeah," said Harry, "but you, unlike me, are a git."

Lupin: "Harry, I've left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry."
Harry: "They won't."
Lupin: "That you're safe."
Harry: "That'll just depress them."
Lupin: "And you'll see them next summer."
Harry: "Do I have to?"

Vernon: "Listening to the news! Again?"
Harry: "Well, it changes every day, you see."

Cornelius, I am ready to fight your men – and win, again! But a few minutes ago you saw proof, with your own eyes, that I have been telling you the truth for a year. Lord Voldemort has returned, you have been chasing the wrong man for twelve months, and it is time you listened to sense!

Five years ago, then, you arrived at Hogwarts, neither as happy nor as well-nourished as I would have liked, perhaps, yet alive and healthy. You were not a pampered little prince, but as normal a boy as I could have hoped under the circumstances.

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!"

Today, they suffered three quarters of an hour's droning on the subject of giant wars. Harry heard just enough within the first ten minutes to appreciate dimly that in another teacher's hands this subject might have been mildly interesting.

"I thought," said Phineas Nigellus, stroking his pointed beard, "that to belong in Gryffindor house you were supposed to be brave? It looks to me as though you would have been better off in my own house. We Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks."

"You applied first for the Defence Against the Dark Arts post, I believe?" Professor Umbridge asked Snape.
"Yes," said Snape quietly.
"But you were unsuccessful?"
Snape's lip curled. "Obviously."

I have already told you, that I have no further stocks of Veritaserum. Unless you wish to poison Potter - and I assure you I would have the greatest sympathy with you if you did - I cannot help you. The only trouble is that most venoms act too fast to give the victim much time for truth-telling.

Don't put your wand there, boy! What if it ignited? Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!

I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley.

"Are you threatening me, sir?" he said, so loudly that passersby actually turned to stare.
"Yes, I am," said Mad-Eye, who seemed rather pleased that Uncle Vernon had grasped this fact so quickly.
"And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?" barked Uncle Vernon.
"Well..." said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley."

"Fought 'em off, did you, son?" said Uncle Vernon loudly, with the appearance of a man struggling to bring the conversation back on to a plane he understood. "Gave 'em the old one-two, did you?"
"You can't give a Dementor the old one-two," said Harry through clenched teeth.

You may not like him, Minister, but you can't deny: Dumbledore's got style.

Exploding Snap's got nothing to do with Defence Against the Dark Arts, Professor! That's not information relating to your subject!

Severus Snape: "You - wait..."
Sirius Black: "Wait for what? What're you going to do, Snivelly, wipe your nose on us?"

Lily Evans: "Leave him alone. What's he done to you?"
James Potter: "Well, it's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean..."

You think you're funny. But you're just an arrogant, bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone.

James Potter: "Apologise to Evans!"
Lily Evans: "I don't want you to make him apologise. You're as bad as he is."

James Potter: "You're lucky Evans was here, Snivellus -"
Severus Snape: "I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!"
Lily Evans: "Fine. I won't bother in future. And I'd wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus."

Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you've just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid Snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can - I'm surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me sick.

Hagrid: "Bit o' fresh air, yeh know?"
Umbridge: "Yes, as gamekeeper fresh air must be so difficult to come by."

Well, it looks as though Hogwarts will shortly be a Weasley-free zone, doesn't it?

Bellatrix: "Neville Longbottom, isn't it? How's mum and dad?"
Neville: "Better, now they're about to be avenged!"

He's not back!

Dispatch an owl to the Daily Prophet if we hurry we should make the morning edition. Dawlish, Shacklebolt! You will escort Dumbledore to Azkaban, to await trial for conspiracy and sedition.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.

Augusta Longbottom: "Haven't you told your friends about your parents, Neville? Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of! You should be proud, Neville, proud! They didn't give their health and their sanity so their only son would be ashamed of them, you know!"
Neville Longbottom: "I'm not ashamed."

Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, "It unscrews the other way."

He has achieved high marks in all Defense Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher.

"I wonder," said Professor McGonagall in cold fury, turning on Professor Umbridge, "how you expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking."

Are you quite sure you wouldn't like a cough drop, Dolores?

Lucius: "You see, there are ten of us and only one of you... or hasn't Dumbledore ever taught you how to count?"
Neville: "He's dot alone! He's still god be!"

It's changing out there. Just like last time. There's a storm coming, Harry. And we all best be ready.

A good first impression can work wonders.

Don't get upset, Molly, but Augustus Pye had an idea.... He's the Trainee Healer, you know, lovely young chap and very interested in... um... complementary medicine.... I mean, some of these old Muggle remedies... well, they're called stitches, Molly, and they work very well on - on Muggle wounds.

"And in our first year," said Neville to the group at large, "he saved that Philological Stone."

According to Madam Pomfrey, thoughts could leave deeper scars than almost anything else.

"George," said Fred, "I think we've outgrown full-time education."
"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly.

Shut your mouth! You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue.

Harry: "Five against one, very brave."
Dudley: "Well, you're one to talk. Moaning in your sleep every night. At least, I'm not afraid of my pillow."

You're a really good teacher, Harry.

Yeah, the D.A.'s good. Only let's make it stand for Dumbledore's Army because that's the Ministry's worst fear, isn't it?

It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter.

It's Longbottom, isn't it? Well your grandmother is used to losing family members to our cause... Your death will not come as a great shock.

Did you actually believe, or are you truly naïve enough to think that children stood a chance against us? I'll make this simple for you, Potter. Give me the prophecy now, or watch your friends die.

My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities... like the ability to behave myself.

Wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? Okay, let's go.

In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning,
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.

Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him

"Well, I'm glad you listen to Hermione Granger at any rate," she said, pointing him out of her office.

Umbridge: "Predict something."
Trelawney: "Erm. You... are in great danger!"
Umbridge: "Lovely."

Progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged.

You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie.

Umbridge: "Dumbledore, may I remind you that under the terms of Educational Decree #23, as enacted by the Minister...-"
Dumbledore: "You have the right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to banish them from the grounds. That power remains with the headmaster."
Umbridge: "For now."

The Ministry places a rather higher value on my life than yours, I'm afraid.

What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him.

Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so and the consequences may be severe.

Umbridge: "I want you to write 'I must not tell lies.'"
Harry: "How many times?"
Umbridge: "Let's see... as long as it takes for the message to sink in."
Harry: "You haven't given me any ink."
Umbridge: "Oh, you won't need any ink."

Idiot girl, Dumbledore won't be sitting in a pub when the whole Ministry's looking for him!

You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way.

Oh no, no, no. This is your punishment for spreading evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories, Mr. Potter, and punishments certainly cannot be adjusted to suit the guilty one's convenience.

Most think he's barking, the potty wee lad,
but some are more kindly and think he's just sad,
but Peevesy knows better and says that he's mad.

What is it this time, my fine Potty friend? Hearing voices? Seeing visions? Speaking in tongues?

Harry Potter: "How come she married him? She hated him!"
Sirius Black : "Nah, she didn't."
Remus Lupin: "She started going out with him in seventh year."

"Harry, we saw Uranus up close!" said Ron, still giggling feebly. "Get it, Harry? We saw Uranus."

Lupin: "And this is Nymphadora-"
Tonks: "Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus, it's Tonks."
Lupin: "-Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be known by her surname only."
Tonks: "So would you if your fool of a mother had called you Nymphadora."

I got top marks in Concealment and Disguise during Auror training without any study at all, it was great.

Oh I can't wait to see McGonagall inspected. Umbridge won't know what's hit her.

Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy? You need to mean them Potter! You need to really want to cause pain - to enjoy it - righteous anger won't hurt me for long.

Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter.

Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That’s why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King.

Weasley was born in a bin
He always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our King.

Vernon: "Anyway, it's not as if there'd be anything about his lot on our news -"
Petunia: "Vernon, shh! The window's open!"

It's addressed to me, Vernon, look! Mrs Petunia Dursley, The Kitchen, Number Four, Privet Drive.

Clever idea, Black, getting yourself seen on a safe station platform... gave you a cast-iron excuse not to leave your hidey-hole in future, didn’t it?

Why we ever kept you in the first place, I don't know, Marge was right, it should have been the orphanage. We were too damn soft for our own good, thought we could squash it out of you, thought we could turn you normal, but you’ve been rotten from the beginning and I've had enough.

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