The fault is in the one who blames. Spirit sees nothing to criticize.

Everything you possess of skill$$$ and wealth$$$ and handicraft$$$ wasn't it first merely a thought and a quest?

Since Love has made ruins of my heart$$$ the sun must come and illumine them. Such generosity has broken me with shame.

I am yours. Don't give myself back to me.

The moon stays bright when it doesn't avoid the night.

We can't choose our fate$$$ but we can choose others.

Whether you come back by page or by the big screen$$$ Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.

You would not enjoy Nietzsche$$$ sir. He is fundamentally unsound.

Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.

Of all the trees we could've hit$$$ we had to get one that hits back.