Words worth keeping

Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?

Stop fighting me!" he said, trying to pull on the arm he held.He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.“Let go of me!� I yelled back.But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasn’t in total danger of falling again.See, here’s the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. I’d come to terms with it and accepted it. I also, however, had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free.I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you."Then I plunged the stake into his chest.It wasn’t as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one."That’s what I was supposed to say. . .� he gasped out.Those were his last words.

No good deed goes unpunished.

The desire to reach for the stars is ambitious. The desire to reach hearts is wise.

The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

Man is the cruelest animal.

Always be a first rate version of yourself and not a second rate version of someone else.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

God alert!" Blackjack yelled. "It's the wine dude!Mr. D sighed in exasperation. "The next person, or horse, who calls me the 'wine dude' will end up in a bottle of Merlot!

Humor is reason gone mad.

It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.

Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.

Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred."Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?""Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?""I forge’ the details," Hagrid chortled.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

We learn from failure, not from success!