If I never have anything from him except this one moment I am going to take it. Take it now, or drown in regret later.

She was yours, if you'd truly wanted her," Harry continued, a pitiless smile touching his lips. "But I wanted her more.

...just a little touches her and there. He puts his hands on your arms or back, he stands close to you, getting you used to him... it's a mating ritual. Like March of the Penguins.

It’s all right,” the boy murmured as he felt her trembling. “My grandmother always told me ‘Never try to turn back on a new road—you don’t know what adventures await you.

The trick was forgetting about what she had lost ...and learning to go on with what she had left.

Maybe he's not college-smart, but he's smart in a way they can't teach.

Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings.