We have to choose between what is right, and what is easy.
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.
If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love.
To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!
It is our choices... that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.
Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
I have seen your heart, and it is mine.
Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves it's own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.
I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.
In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.
The wand chooses the wizard.
It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.
But I was willing to embrace mortal life again, before chasing immortality.
Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.
Did you know— then?” asked Harry. “Did I know that I had just met the most dangerous Dark wizard of all time? No.
Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher. There was just that minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head!
This exchange marked the beginning of Mr. Malfoy's long campaign to have me removed from my post as headmaster of Hogwarts, and of mine to have him removed from his position as Lord Voldemort's Favorite Death Eater. My response prompted several further letters from Mr. Malfoy, but as they consisted mainly of opprobrious remarks on my sanity, parentage, and hygiene, their relevance to this commentary is remote.
Unlike Western parents, reminding my child of Lord Voldemort didn't bother me.
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