By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
J. K. RowlingRead
The Prophet is bound to report the truth occasionally," said Dumbledore, "if only accidentally.
Interpretation
Truth may emerge even unintentionally, highlighting the importance of honesty.
In this quote, Dumbledore suggests that even those who are not explicitly tasked with conveying the truth may do so by accident. It implies that truth has a way of revealing itself, regardless of intentions, and emphasizes the inherent value of honesty in communication.
In practice
In a motivational speech about integrity, one could use this quote to emphasize the importance of being truthful.
By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.
Where are you heading, if you’ve got the choice?” James lifted an invisible sword. “‘Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!’ Like my dad.” Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. “Got a problem with that?” “No,” said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy —” “Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” interjected Sirius.
Depression isn't just being a bit sad. It's feeling nothing. It's not wanting to be alive anymore.
I tell you, that dragon's the most horrible animal I've ever met, but the way Hagrid goes on about it, you'd think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit.
Imagine losing fingernails, Harry! That really puts our sufferings into perspective, doesn't it?
The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.
Both what you run from-_x000D_ and what you yearn for -_x000D_ are within you.
The problem with listening, of course, is that we don't. There's too much noise going on in our heads, so we never hear anything. The inner conversation simply never stops. It can be our voice or whatever voices we want to supply, but it's a constant racket. In the same way we don't see, and in the same way we don't feel, we don't touch, we don't taste.
One swallow alone does not make a summer.
Tis sometimes the height of wisdom to feign stupidity.
Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.
Not just any talk is conversation; not any talk raises consciousness. Good conversation has an edge: it opens your eyes to something, quickens your ears. And good conversation reverberates: it keeps on talking in your mind later in the day; the next day, you find yourself still conversing with what was said. That reverberation afterward is the very raising of consciousness; your mind's been moved. You are at another level with your reflections.
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