#he

Harry dreamed he was back in the DA room. Cho was accusing him of luring her there under false pretences; she said he had promised her a hundred and fifty Chocolate Frog Cards if she showed up. Harry protested... Cho shouted, 'Cedric gave me loads of Chocolate Frog Cards, look!' And pulled out fistfuls of Cards from inside her robes and threw them into the air. Then she turned into Hermione, who said, 'You did promise her, you know, Harry... I think you'd better give her something else instead... how about your Firebolt?' And Harry was protesting that he could not give Cho his Firebolt, because Umbridge had it, and anyway the whole thing was ridiculous, he'd only come to the DA room to put up some Christmas baubles shaped like Dobby's head... ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#order-of-the-phoenix #dreams

She had thought he was dead, or at least not totally alive, and you could not still be dating someone you believe had an autopsy, so it was not really cheating. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#cheating #dating #dead #death #dating

Texas, to be respected must be polite. Santa Anna living, can be of incalculable benefit to Texas; Santa Anna dead, would just be another dead Mexican. ↗

— Sam Houston

#another #benefit #dead #incalculable #just

Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that's now not there. ↗

— Elliott Carter

#come #down #end #here #hotel

If you think something’s too hard, it will be. If you think it’s just not possible or not possible for you, then you’ll probably be right. If you think it can’t be done then you’re not the person to do it. Because you’ll fail. ↗

— Peggy Haymes

#confidence #dreams #hope #possibility #self-help

He doesn't know the meaning of the word fear, but then again he doesn't know the meaning of most words. ↗

— Bobby Bowden

#fear #know #meaning #meaning of #most

If I Still Wrote The footsteps have faded into the crowd and throngs, The voices faint, I don’t hear them anymore. But… If I still wrote love, on the pangs of waiting… You’d speak again. Sleep, wakefulness, silence – no matter – will be deafeningly alive, Of a hand held, of songs raw to this heart. That was then. I am here – not where the weak in all of us relent… To substitutes and void filling. To settling and tolerating. Here, where alone and sad, have ceased to mean the same. Where fields of bloom are ablaze – with now. Holding my breath no more, for gains and dreams of tomorrow. Here, where life is as it is and should be. If I still wrote love songs – they would be about comfort. About reveling in the majestic moment of Being Who I need to be, and who I’m born to be. If I still wrote… ↗

— Ruby S. Bernardo

#dreams

Dream Bravely. Find fearlessness inside of you. Dare, and fear will falter. Challenge, and fear will flee. This is the beginning of your dream-making. ↗

— Carew Papritz

#dream-bravely #dream-making #fearlessness #the-legacy-letters #dreams

Emily looked into his eyes. They were blank, unreadable. That was the worst kind of person, the scariest—the one who’d learned to keep his feelings out of his eyes. Or who didn’t feel anything at all. Emily had known people like that; they were the destroyers. They took things—everything you worked for, all your silly dreams—and smashed them beneath their boots for no reason at all. ↗

— Lisa Unger

#eyes-the-true-expression #dreams

What should be standing in the shoes of passion, and be walking on the plans of action is sitting in the ink on the papper. Why? Because of the fear to start. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#afraid #begin #beginning #fear #fearful