The best Series Quotes

Men, good or bad, do not follow what they don't respect.

You know the difference between capitalism and socialism? In capitalism, man exploits man. In socialism, it’s the other way around.

Our weaknesses sometimes serve us better than our strengths.

Those who are seen dancing are thought insane by those who cannot hear the music. It's just a matter of finding a way to hear the music.

I must follow this wherever it goes. Even if it leads me to the darkest pit of Hell.

As an alienist, I treat mental and emotional disorders in my patients, and I try to alleviate their condition. I do not presume to cure them.

A Mandalorian and a Jedi? They'll never see it coming.

I like firsts. Good or bad, they're always memorable.

I've only known one other being like this. A wise Jedi Master named Yoda.

A hero is not the one who never falls. He is the one that who gets up, again and again, never losing sights of his dreams.

"I'll join you when Hell freezes over," said Neville. "Dumbledore's Army!" he shouted, and there was an answering cheer from the crowd, whom Voldemort's Silencing Charms seemed unable to hold.

The thing is, it helps when people stand up to them, it gives everyone hope. I used to notice that when you did it, Harry.

"You can't go out," said Neville, "you'll be caught again. Gryffindor will be in even more trouble."
"You don't understand," said Harry, "this is important."
But Neville was clearly steeling himself to do something desperate.
"I won’t let you do it," he said, hurrying to stand in front of the portrait hole. "I'll – I'll fight you!"

The pain of being alone is completely out of this world, isn't it? I don't know why, but I understand your feelings so much, it actually hurts.

They bit of a bit more than they could chew with Gran. Little old witch living alone, they probably think they didn't need to send anyone particularly powerful. Anyway, Dawlish is still in St Mungo's and Gran is on the run. She sent me a letter, telling me she was proud of me, that I'm my parents' son, and to keep it up.

We’re all going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that?

I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy.

When dreaming we enter a world, that's entirely our own.

There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it.

Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawns lies.

But I was willing to embrace mortal life again, before chasing immortality.

Harry! I'd almost forgotten you were here, standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you, but rumor has it you're almost as famous as me these days.

Voldemort is my past, present, and future.

I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost... but still, I was alive.

Come out, Harry... come out and play, then it will be quick. It might even be painless, I would not know, I have never died.

Long before blades and sorcery are needed, words... can save a soul.

Wear a mask long enough, and you forget the face beneath.

Fear, once named, controls no one.

Sometimes, to save someone, you must fight them.

Some days I forget what lies behind this mask.

No fate, nor destiny. Only tomorrow.

Honor once bound me above all else.

Forget the past, it only clouds the future.

In life, we died at each other's hands. How can I bear to face my brother now?

A festival of flowers to remember those lost... I think I'd rather be forgotten.

One to cut, one to seal.

Brother, our paths cross once again. Will our swords do the same?

One blade carries the weight of my past. The other, holds the key to my future.

Rare is the person who shows their true face.

Anything is possible if you got enough nerve.

Harry: "And Ginny, don't call Ron a prat, you're not the Captain of this team."
Ginny: "Well, you seemed too busy to call him a prat and I thought someone should."

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

"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."

I never really gave up on you. Not really. I always hoped... Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more - myself.

"I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you ever meet some Veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."
"I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest."
"There's a silver lining I've been looking for," she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she never kissed him before.

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

But you've been too busy saving the Wizarding world. Well... I can't say I'm surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn't be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that's why I like you so much.

I just wish I'd asked you sooner. We could've had ages... months... years maybe.

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

Harry: "He'll try and get me through you."
Ginny: "What if I don't care?"
Harry: "I care. How do you think I'd feel if this was your funeral... and it was my fault."