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Cilice Opus Quotes By J.K. Rowling

It was cruel," said Dumbledore softly, "that you and Sirius had such a short time together. A brutal ending to what should have been a long and happy relationship."
Harry nodded, his eyes fixed resolutely on the spider now climbing Dumbledore's hat. He could tell that Dumbledore understood, that he might even suspect that until his letter arrived Harry had spent nearly all his time at the Dursleys' lying on his bed, refusing meals and staring at the misted window, full of the chill emptiness that he had come to associate with the Dementors.
"It's just hard," Harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realise he won't write to me again. — J.K. Rowling

Cilice Opus Quotes By Poppet

Eyes sparkling with blue open and stare a scalded soul at me. — Poppet

Cilice Opus Quotes By Arthur Schopenhauer

And yet, just as our body would burst asunder if the pressure of the atmosphere were removed from it, so would the arrogance of men expand, if not to the point of bursting then to that of the most unbridled folly, indeed madness, if the pressure of want, toil, calamity and frustration were removed from their life. One can even say that we require at all times a certain quantity of care or sorrow or want, as a ship requires ballast, in order to keep on a straight course. — Arthur Schopenhauer

Cilice Opus Quotes By Debasish Mridha

A complainer rarely succeeds; a successful person rarely complains. — Debasish Mridha

Cilice Opus Quotes By Randy Pausch

If I don't seem as depressed or morose as I should be, sorry to disappoint you. — Randy Pausch

Cilice Opus Quotes By Stephen King

Sometimes God dillies and dallies,' Steve said, 'and sometimes he just points at you and tells you to hang up your jock. — Stephen King

Cilice Opus Quotes By Marcel Proust

The breath of the enchanted wind mingles the fresh scent of the lilacs with the fragrance of the past. — Marcel Proust