“Even seasonal situations can bring with them lessons that last a lifetime. If the love doesn’t last, it prepares you for the one that will.”

“Harry Potter,” he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. “The Boy Who Lived.”None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting. Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his–Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear–He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.”

“I already knew our “ever after” wouldn’t always be happy or even comfortable―and clearly it couldn’t be expected to go according to plan. Still, it was ours. And we were both determined enough to see it through to “the end.”

“Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.”

“No book can ever be finished. While working on it we learn just enough to find it immature the moment we turn away from it”

“Mithorden said it well,” she said finally. “It’s worshipping death. They say they follow light. But, in the end, they’re really following desolation, division, the end of things. You should hear their prophecies — war, destruction, only special chosen people are spared.” She felt sad and angry. Worse, she wondered to what ends people who believed these things would go to assert their views.”

“Realize that if a door closed, it’s because what was behind it wasn’t meant for you.”

“Smartass Disciple: Master, I believe that the truth will prevail at the end.Master of Stupidity: No ‘the end’ for the truth. ‘Prevail’ is something else.”

“the nurse smiled and patted my arm. “Don’t give up yet. Sometimes when we think God has written The End, what he really means is The Beginning.”

“No, this is not the beginning of a new chapter in my life; this is the beginning of a new book! That first book is already closed, ended, and tossed into the seas; this new book is newly opened, has just begun! Look, it is the first page! And it is a beautiful one!”

“One of the best times for figuring out who you are & what you really want out of life? Right after a break-up.”