Words worth keeping

I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

I’m here. I love you. I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. If you need the medication again, go ahead and take it—I will love you through that, as well. If you don’t need the medication, I will love you, too. There’s nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.

Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.

Why are they all staring?" demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students."Don’t let it worry you," said Ron. "It’s me. I’m extremely famous.

I cannot remember the books I've read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.

People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.

I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.

It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?

It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.

A brave man acknowledges the strength of others.

Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition.

Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly -- they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.

Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!