That's right," said Luna encouragingly, as if they were back in the Room of Requirement and this was simply spell practice for the D.A. "That's right, Harry... come on, think of something happy..." "Something happy?" he said, his voice cracked. "We're all still here," she whispered, "We're still fighting. Come on, now.

The silence was unbearable to him. If the pictures could have reflected the feelings inside him, they would have been screaming in pain.

I have some problems with conventional organized religion.

Contemplating the task ahead would not make it easier or the water warmer.

Everythin' seems ter happen ter you, doesn' it?

Everyone wanted my emotions to be very simple. They wanted me to say, "I was poor and I was unhappy, and now I've got money and I'm really happy."

There you go, Harry!” Ron shouted over the noise. “You weren’t being thick after all — you were showing moral fiber!