Quotes by Luna Lovegood

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

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.

I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends.

Come, daddy. Harry doesn't want to talk to us right now. He's just too polite to say it.

"Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?"
Luna: "I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning."

I've interrupted a deep thought, haven't I? I can see it growing smaller in your eyes.

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

"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.

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".

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!"

"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."

Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same: Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends... friends... friends...

Thank you so much, Dobby, for rescuing me from that cellar. It's so unfair that you had to die, when you were so good and so brave. I'll always remember what you did for us. I hope you're happy now.

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."

Luna: "I'd want some peace and quiet, if it were me."
Harry: "I'd love some."
Luna: "I'll distract them all. Use your cloak. Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!"

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 longer than a minute, was suffering from something called "Loser's Lurgy".

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.

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."

"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.