In fact, you couldn't give me anything to make me go back to being a teenager. Never. No, I hated it.

I am a wizard, not a baboon brandishing a stick.

Some wounds run too deep for the healing.

And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.

Oh, come off it,” said Ron, striding over to her and whipping her results out of her hand. “Yep— ten ‘Outstandings’ and one ‘Exceeds Expectations’ at Defense Against the Dark Arts.” He looked down at her, half-amused, half-exasperated. “You’re actually disappointed, aren’t you?

There's the silver lining I've been looking for.

The Hallows, the Hallows. A desperate man’s dream!