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.
The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.
Dumbledore says people find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right.
We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourses of my book friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness.
No friendship is an accident.
We clung to books and to our friends; they reminded us that we had another part to us.
Friends are a strange, volatile, contradictory, yet sticky phenomenon. They are made, crafted, shaped, molded, created by focused effort and intent. And yet, true friendship, once recognised, in its essence is effortless. Best friends are formed by time.
Piglet: 'How do you spell ‘love’?' Pooh: 'You don’t spell it … you feel it.'
Wednesdays were always hectic on the Isle of Struay, for that was the day that the boat brought mail and provisions from the mainland.
Be silly and laugh ’til your cheeks hurt! It’s Wacky Wednesday – what a blast!
This day is special, so don’t be sad, because it’s Wacky Wednesday – isn’t that rad?