The best Quotes by Horst Wolfram Geißler

Better a happy fool than a wise man unhappy.

When you find the right person, there's no need for words to express yourself.

Only when you're stupid, can life be boring.

Home's most beautiful when you talk about it while you're abroad.

One of the main differences between Munich and Berlin is that when thousands of people get drunk in silly clothes and start vomitting, we don't call it "Oktoberfest", we call it "Tuesday".

If you don't like Munich, I don't know which part of Germany you could like.

They say money can't buy happiness. But it can book your flight to Munich - which is kinda the same.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye.

After all, I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

Who's the more foolish? The fool or the fool who follows him?

I fear the day when the technology overlaps with our humanity. The world will only have a generation of idiots.

Boredom is the beginning of all destruction and everything that is negative.

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.

But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here.

It's like you're homesick for a place that doesn't even exist.

After all, you still need time to just sit there and take a look around.

"Oh yes, time flies and before you know it you're old," said Pippi. "Come autumn I'll be ten, and I suppose I'll be past my prime then."

It's real, Six. You can't get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It's the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.

I want you to help them open... because I need you to watch me give you the very last piece of my heart.

What other people think of you is none of your business.

If you're brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.

This is the true measure of love: When we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings.

The Light failed; but the Darkness that followed was more than loss of light.

The Elves made many rings; but secretly Sauron made One Ring to rule all the others, and their power was bound up with it.

Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.

I do believe something very magical can happen when you read a good book.

The first time you fall in love, it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away.

Every girl is beautiful. Sometimes it just takes the right guy to see it.

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

Hope is like a shard of glass. Tread on it, and you'll end up wincing with every step. The best policy is to tweezer it out. Sure, it will hurt like billy-o and the wound will take a while to heal, but after that you can walk again.

"Lost something?"
"Yes, my mind."

The dead are dead, and talking won't bring them back to life.

"It's no use fretting for what you can't get," croaked the raven. "Does being angry make any difference? Be sensible! What can you do about it?"

There are so many magical places in books that you can't go to, like Hogwarts and Middle Earth, so I wanted to set a story in a place where children can actually go.

The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.

That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.

If you want the rainbow, you have to deal with the rain.

"How do you spell 'love'?" - "You don't spell it... you feel it."

If you live to be hundred, I hope i live to be hundred minus one day. So I never have to live without you.

If you see German soldiers, don't panic. They are here to help.