Gringotts Harry Quotes & Sayings

Once upon a time, about 20 years ago, runners believed they didn't have to do anything but run — Amby Burfoot

In the temple, I sit on the cool floor next to Grandfather, beneath the stern benevolence of the goddess's glance. Grandfather is clad in only a traditional silk dhoti
no fancy modern clothes for him. That's one of the things I admire about him, how he is always unapologetically, uncompromisingly himself. His spine is erect and impatient; white hairs blaze across his chest. — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

If you want to have a nonmiraculous day, I suggest that newspaper and caffeine form the crux of your morning regimen. Listen to the morning news while you're in the shower, read the headlines as you are walking out the door, make sure you're keeping tabs on everything: the wars, the economy, the gossip, the natural disasters ... But if you want the day ahead to be full of miracles, then spend some time each morning with God. — Marianne Williamson

People are slow to claim confidence in undertakings of magnitude. — Ovid

Weigh down your curtains with a proper 5-inch hem. It makes them much more proportioned and professional-looking. — Emily Henderson

When the sun comes up, Justineau is silently amazed. It seemed entirely plausible that this ontological impasse would go on for ever. Through — M.R. Carey

I also believe in good form. So when I win your heart Emma, and I will win it. It won't be because of any trickery. It'll be because you want me. — Once Upon A Time

We take in more a week now than we did in two years when I first came to the church. — Johnny Hunt

The heat from the lava was sweltering, and the air was hot and humid. Flames rose from the ground, as if the whole place was a giant BBQ pit. It was so difficult to breathe. I gasped for air, for normal air. As I stood there and looked around, sweat dripped continuously from my brow. Then — Steve The Noob

You know it's hard to hear what a bearded man is saying. He can't speak above a whisker. — Herman J. Mankiewicz

Love was now a mild streamlet that advanced in drips around my feet; despite how hard I worked at tenderness, I could not drown in a thing that shallow. — Darin Strauss

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer? — Lord Byron