“If it doesn’t break your heart, it isn’t love.
If it doesn’t break your heart, it’s not enough.
It’s when you’re breaking down, with your insides coming out.
It’s when you find out, what your heart is made of.”—Switchfoot - Yet (via yeahyouandwhosearmy)
“People are often dismissive of librarians and libraries- as if the words are synonymous with boredom or timidity. But isn’t that where the best stories are kept? Hidden away on the library bookshelves, lost and forgotten, waiting, waiting, until someone like me comes along and wants to borrow them.”—Daphne by Justine Picardie
“Saying goodbye is always hard. You hug a little tighter, inhale a little deeper, and attempt to commit the smell and feel of the person to your memory. You want time to stop, but you know you can’t. So you cling on for as long as you can and press your lips to their cheeks and murmur, “I’ll see you soon.”—(via runawaytrain)
“Before Harry could speak, there was a massive movement. The Gryffindors in front of him had risen and facing not Harry, but the Slytherins. Then the Hufflepuffs stood, and almost at the same moment, the Revenclaws, all of them with their backs to Harry, all of them looking toward Pansy instead, and Harry awestruck and overwhelmed, saw wands emerging everywhere, pulled from beneath cloaks and from under sleeves.
“Thank you, Miss Parkinson,” said Professor McGonagall in a clipped voice. “You will leave the Hall first with Mr. Filch. If the rest of your House could follow.”—HP and the Deathly Hallows
“ And now - piertotum locomotor!" Cried professor McGonagall. And all along the corridor the statues and suits of armor jumped down from their plinths, and from the echoing crashes from the floors above and below, Harry knew that their fellows throughout the castle had done the same.
“Hogwarts is threatened!” Shouted professore McGonagall. “Man the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!”—Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows. I loved this part in the movie. Maggie Smith did a wonderful job. I cried!
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
His voice is strangely soothing
Why can’t he just be my grandpa, and then magically be the grandfather to my future children too??
“Rowling wrote Hermione to eschew stereotypes. She doesn’t end up with the hero; she is never there to function as Harry’s love interest. She prefers Arithmancy to Divination in school. Hermione is also a total badass, despite her prim and proper reputation. (…) So often, female characters are allowed to be aggressive or rebellious, but in exchange are stripped of any traditionally feminine qualities and instead are forced to pick up traditionally masculine traits. However, Hermione is never made to do that. Most notably, she is written to be highly logical AND emotionally expressive, a combination not commonly afforded to most of today’s leading ladies.”—