Hedwig Quotes

Hedwig didn't return until the end of the Easter holidays. Percy's letter was enclosed in a package of Easter eggs that Mrs. Weasley had sent. Both Harry's and Ron's were the size of dragon eggs, and full of home-made toffee. Hermione's, however, was smaller than a chicken's egg. Her face fell when she saw it. "Your mum doesn't read Witch's Weekly, by any chance, does she, Ron?" she asked quietly. "Yeah," said Ron, whose mouth was full of toffee. "Gets it for the recipes." Hermione looked sadly at her tiny egg.

I put on some make-up, turn on the 8-track, and I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf - suddenly I'm Miss Punk Rock Star of Stage and Screen and I ain't ever turning back!

Everyone laughed, but nobody laughed harder than Luna Lovegood. She let out a scream of mirth that caused Hedwig to wake up and flap her wings indignantly and Crookshanks to leap up into the luggage rack, hissing. She laughed so hard that her magazine slipped out of her grasp, slid down her legs, and onto the floor. “That was funny!

I’m going,” Harry said. “I’ve had enough.” And in the next moment, he was out in the dark, quiet street, heaving his heavy trunk behind him, Hedwig’s cage under his arm.

Harry lost any sense of where they were: Streetlights above him, yells around him, he was clinging to the sidecar for dear life. Hedwig’s cage, the Firebolt, and his rucksack slipped from beneath his knees — “No — HEDWIG!” The broomstick spun to earth, but he just managed to seize the strap of his rucksack and the top of the cage as the motorbike swung the right way up again. A second’s relief, and then another burst of green light. The owl screeched and fell to the floor of the cage. “No — NO!” The motorbike zoomed forward; Harry glimpsed hooded Death Eaters scattering as Hagrid blasted through their circle. “Hedwig — Hedwig —” But the owl lay motionless and pathetic as a toy on the floor of her cage.

Tommy Gnosis: What is that? Hedwig: It's what I've got to work with.

My sex change operation got botched; my guardian angel fell asleep on the watch; now all I got is a Barbie doll crotch; I've got an angry inch!

He had decided to call her Hedwig,

It is clear that I must find my other half. But is it a he or a she? What does this person look like? Identical to me? Or somehow complementary? Does my other half have what I don't? Did he get the looks? The luck? The love? Were we really separated forceably or did he just run off with the good stuff? Or did I? Will this person embarrass me? What about sex? Is that how we put ourselves back together again? Or can two people actually become one again?

And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon’s face, Harry set off toward the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer than the last.

Eve just wanted to know shit.

Harry - I'm flying north immediately. This news about your scar is the latest in a series of strange rumors that have reached me here. If it hurts again, go straight to Dumbledore - they're saying he's got Mad-Eye out of retirement, which means he's reading the signs, even if no one else is. I'll be in touch soon. My best to Ron and Hermione. Keep your eyes open,Harry. Sirius Dear Sirius, I reckon I just imagined my scar hurting, I was half asleep when I wrote to you last time. There's no point coming back, everything's fine here. Don't worry about me, my head feels completely normal. Harry Nice try, Harry. I'm back in the country and well hidden. I want you to keep me posted on everything that's going on at Hogwarts. Don't use Hedwig, keep changing owls,and don't worry about me, just watch out for yourself Don't forget what I said about your scar. Sirius

Don’t you want to take a last look at the place?" he asked Hedwig, who was still sulking with her head under her wing. “We’ll never be here again. Don’t you want to remember all the good times? I mean, look at this doormat. What memories . . . Dudley puked on it after I saved him from the dementors . . . Turns out he was grateful after all, can you believe it? . . . And last summer, Dumbledore walked through that front door . . . .” Harry lost the thread of his thoughts for a moment and Hedwig did nothing to help him retrieve it, but continued to sit with her head under her wing. Harry turned his back on the front door. “And under here, Hedwig”—Harry pulled open a door under the stairs—“is where I used to sleep! You never knew me then—Blimey, it’s small, I’d forgotten . . . .

What poor and unfortunate creature had to die for you to wear that?" [pause] My Aunt Trudy, I replied. Walked away ladies and gentlemen, walked away!

The girl beside the window looked up. She had straggly, waist-length, dirty blonde hair, very pale eyebrows and protuberant eyes that gave her a permanently surprised look. Harry knew at once why Neville had chosen to pass this compartment by. The girl gave off an aura of distinct dottiness. Perhaps it was the fact that she had stuck her wand behind her left ear for safekeeping, or that she had chosen to wear a necklace of Butterbeer corks, or that she was reading a magazine upside-down. Her eyes ranged over Neville and came to rest on Harry. She nodded. ‘Thanks,’ said Ginny, smiling at her. Harry and Neville stowed the three trunks and Hedwig’s cage in the luggage rack and sat down. Luna watched them over her upside-down magazine, which was called The Quibbler. She did not seem to need to blink as much as normal humans. She stared and stared at Harry, who had taken the seat opposite her and now wished he hadn’t. ‘Had a good summer, Luna?’ Ginny asked. ‘Yes,’ said Luna dreamily, without taking her eyes off Harry. ‘Yes, it was quite enjoyable, you know. You’re Harry Potter,’ she added. ‘I know I am,’ said Harry. Neville chuckled. Luna turned her pale eyes on him instead. ‘And I don’t know who you are.’ ‘I’m nobody,’ said Neville hurriedly. ‘No you’re not,’ said Ginny sharply. ‘Neville Longbottom – Luna Lovegood. Luna’s in my year, but in Ravenclaw.’ ‘Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure,’ said Luna in a singsong voice. She raised her upside-down magazine high enough to hide her face and fell silent. Harry and Neville looked at each other with their eyebrows raised. Ginny suppressed a giggle.

Dear Harry, (it said, in a very untidy scrawl) I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week. Send us an answer back with Hedwig. Hagrid

It’s a letter from my godfather.” “Godfather?” spluttered Uncle Vernon. “You haven’t got a godfather!” “Yes, I have,” said Harry brightly. “He was my mum and dad’s best friend. He’s a convicted murderer, but he’s broken out of Wizard prison and he’s on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though . . . keep up with my news . . . check if I’m happy. . . .” And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon’s face, Harry set off toward the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer than the last.

Ich habe nie begreifen können, warum gerade diejenigen Männer, die der Frau am energischsten den Verstand absprechen, ihr am eifrigsten die Erziehung der Kinder aufhalsen.

Über die Altgläubigen ist nicht viel zu sagen. Die Majorität aller Menschen gehört zu ihnen. Diese Vielen nennen die Gewohnheit ihre Amme, die sie von der Wiege bis zum Grabe sicher nährt.

At his own home, however, Goebbels found himself increasingly mired, not unhappily, in preparations for the holiday. He and his wife, Magda, had six children, all of whose names began with H: Helga, Hildegard, Helmut, Holdine, Hedwig, and Heidrun, the last just a month and a half old. The couple also had an older son, Harald, from Magda’s previous marriage. The children were excited, as was Magda, “who thinks about nothing but Christmas,” Goebbels wrote.

I said to him, "Krystal, to walk away you gotta leave something behind. I'll marry you on the condition that a wig never touch your head again." He agreed and we've been inseparable ever since. And we'll continue to be. Right, Yitzhak?

Oh, we solved that long ago!” Rubedo chuckled. “I believe that was Greengallows, Henrik Greengallows? Is that right, my love? Ancient history has never been my subject. A famous case study even reported a method for turning straw into gold! The young lady who discovered it wrote a really rather thin paper—but she toured the lecture circuit for years! Her firstborn refined it, so that she could make straw from gold and solve the terrible problem of housing for destitute brownies.” “Hedwig Greengallows, my dear,” mused Citrinitas. “Henrik was just her mercurer. Men are so awfully fond of attributing women’s work to their brothers!

But Aunt Petunia didn’t know what was hidden under the loose floorboard upstairs. She had no idea that Harry was not following the diet at all. The moment he had got wind of the fact that he was expected to survive the summer on carrot sticks, Harry had sent Hedwig to his friends with pleas for help, and they had risen to the occasion magnificently. Hedwig had returned from Hermione’s house with a large box stuffed full of sugar-free snacks. (Hermione’s parents were dentists.) Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had obliged with a sack full of his own homemade rock cakes. (Harry hadn’t touched these; he had had too much experience of Hagrid’s cooking.) Mrs. Weasley, however, had sent the family owl, Errol, with an enormous fruitcake and assorted meat pies.

Hedwig bajó revoloteando, se le posó en el hombro y alargó una pata. —No te puedo enviar a ti —le explicó Harry, buscando entre las lechuzas del colegio—. Tengo que utilizar una de éstas. Hedwig ululó muy fuerte y echó a volar tan repentinamente que las garras le hicieron un rasguño en el hombro. No dejó de darle la espalda mientras Harry le ataba la carta a una lechuza grande. Cuando ésta partió, Harry se acercó a Hedwig para acariciarla, pero ella chasqueó el pico con furia y revoloteó hacia el techo, donde Harry no podía alcanzarla. —Primero Ron y ahora tú —le dijo enfadado—. Y yo no tengo la culpa.

In the morning when she awoke, she felt rested, strong, and yes, fearless. How was this possible? Had God really heard her prayers and sent help to her as she slept? Or was it Hedwig’s firm conviction that led her to believe that this was God’s merciful assistance? She couldn’t tell. But she knew that she would never forget this feeling and was deeply grateful for Hedwig’s advice. Yes, she did believe that God gave her courage and strength. God was on her side; she felt it with every fiber of her body. She couldn’t feel any happier than she felt right now.

America Experienced. Eighteenth and Nineteenth Century Accounts of Swiss Immigrants. Translated by Hedwig Rappolt. Rockport, Maine: Picton Press, 1996, paperback edition 2004.

Yes, that would be Hermione’s advice: go straight to the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and in the meantime, consult a book. Harry stared out of the window at the inky, blue-black sky. He doubted very much whether a book could help him now. As far as he knew, he was the only living person to have survived a curse like Voldemort’s; it was highly unlikely, therefore, that he would find his symptoms listed in Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions. As for informing the Headmaster, Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer holidays. He amused himself for a moment, picturing Dumbledore, with his long silver beard, full-length wizard’s robes and pointed hat, stretched out on a beach somewhere, rubbing suntan lotion into his long crooked nose. Wherever Dumbledore was, though, Harry was sure that Hedwig would be able to find him; Harry’s owl had never yet failed to deliver a letter to anyone, even without an address. But what would he write?

any of his homework done? The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggles (not a drop of magical blood in their veins), and as far as they were concerned, having a wizard in the family was a matter of deepest shame. Uncle Vernon had even padlocked Harry’s owl, Hedwig, inside her cage, to stop her from carrying messages to anyone in the Wizarding world. Harry looked nothing like the rest of the family. Uncle Vernon was large and neckless, with an enormous black mustache; Aunt Petunia was horse-faced and bony; Dudley was blond, pink, and porky. Harry, on the other hand, was

All Harry’s spellbooks, his wand, robes, cauldron and top-of-the-range Nimbus Two Thousand broomstick had been locked in a cupboard under the stairs by Uncle Vernon the instant Harry had come home. What did the Dursleys care if Harry lost his place in the house Quidditch team because he hadn’t practised all summer? What was it to the Dursleys if Harry went back to school without any of his homework done? The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggles (not a drop of magical blood in their veins) and as far as they were concerned, having a wizard in the family was a matter of deepest shame. Uncle Vernon had even padlocked Harry’s owl, Hedwig, inside her cage, to stop her carrying messages to anyone in the wizarding world.

Hedwig

the woman first known as the Austrian girl Hedwig Kiesler (alongside composer George Antheil) fashioned her frequency-hopping invention, in which radio signals transmitting from a ship or airplane to its torpedo would constantly change frequencies, making those signals impenetrable and improving the torpedoes’ accuracy.

Hedwig had returned from Hermione’s house with a large box stuffed full of sugar-free snacks

It is irrelevant whether I am male, female or neither – gender is a private matter. First and foremost, I am an individual, and my value as a human being rests on this individuality.

happily for a few seconds, then picked up the parcel Hedwig had brought. Inside this, too, there was a wrapped present, a card, and a letter, this time from Hermione. Dear Harry, Ron wrote to me and told me about his phone call to your Uncle Vernon. I do hope you’re all right. I’m on holiday in France at the moment and I didn’t know how I was going to send this to you — what if they’d opened it at customs? — but then Hedwig turned up! I think she wanted to make sure you got something for your birthday for a change. I bought your present by owl-order; there was an advertisement in the Daily Prophet (I’ve been getting it delivered; it’s so good to keep up with what’s going on in the wizarding world). Did you see that picture of Ron and his

What is in my power to be, I want to become. But they want to knead me into the solid mass of a preordained female essence instead, force me with naïve brutality into a generic type, like an animal representing its genus and not being seen as an individual specimen. One donkey may be more or less the same as another, but one woman is not the same as the next. Women are as different from each other as men. What one woman forcefully rejects another yearns for with equal force. I may aspire to study a particular subject or to make millions in business, either way, it is a violation to have these roles stricken from the repertoire of my life.

They give me a husband and say: That’s who you are! They give me a home and say: That’s who you are! They give me a child and say: That’s who you are! But somehow or other I may lose these chattels and will be left behind – alone, without external embellishments; and like a bare tree in winter, I must be able to replenish my foliage by drawing nourishment from my own roots.

Tonight, I’m wearing my lucky Hedwig boy shorts, meaning, as the Ren Effect takes place, this time it’s Harry’s beloved pet owl that gets caught in the rain.

Harry, where's Hedwig?' 'She...she got hit.' said Harry. The realization crashed over him: He felt ashamed of himself as the tears stung his eyes. The owl had been his companion, his one great link to the magical world whenever he had been forced to return to the Dursleys.

with a series of taps from his wand. They heaved their luggage back in, put Hedwig on the back seat, and got into the front. “Check that no one’s watching,” said Ron, starting the ignition with another tap of his wand. Harry stuck his head out of the window: Traffic was rumbling along the main road ahead, but their street was empty.

Hedwig clicked her beak with a sort of dignified disapproval.

Hedwig Marty: – Mantieni la tua libertà di coscienza e d’azione, è preziosa e noi ce la siamo conquistata a duro prezzo. Ma sappila usare, meglio di me che l’ho sprecata. Non fidarti del mondo. L’altro pericolo che abbiamo noi è d’illuderci facilmente, di credere a tutto. No, non credere agli uomini se prima non t’abbiano dato una grande prova. Non fidarti del loro amore, della loro bontà apparente, essi sono buoni fin che hanno ottenuto il loro scopo; essi, i maschi, t’attornieranno perché non sei una donna comune, ti cercheranno perché hai una coscienza libera; ma appena potranno, se tu cedessi loro, essi ti torranno la tua libertà.

Espera un momento —terció Hagrid mirando alrededor—. ¿Dónde está Hedwig? —Le... le dieron. —El recuerdo de lo ocurrido lo golpeó fuerte; Harry se avergonzó de sí mismo y sus ojos se anegaron en lágrimas.

Harry tore open the envelope while Hedwig helped herself to some of Neville's cornflakes.

In the first film, the name of Harry’s Owl (Hedwig) is NEVER mentioned!

The Black Kiss (with Henry Kuttner) Weird Tales, June 1937 1. The Thing in the Waters Graham Dean nervously crushed out his cigarette and met Doctor Hedwig’s puzzled eyes. “I've never been troubled like this before,” he said. “These dreams are so oddly persistent. They’re not the usual haphazard nightmares.

If he could only have died like Hedwig, so quickly he would not have known it had happened! Or if he could have launched himself in front of a wand to save someone he loved? … He envied even his parents’ deaths now? This cold-blooded walk to his own destruction would require a different kind of bravery?

In total, seven owls were used to play Hedwig.

La représentation que l'on a du vieillard est valorisante, celle qu'on se fait de la vieille femme est déplaisante. Si l'on veut vexer profondément quelqu'un, on lui dit bien: "espèce de vieille femme". Si un vieil homme est sage, cultivé, bon, animé de nobles sentiments, il est apprécié à sa juste valeur. Des sentences chargées de sens, même si elles furent gravées en runes sur une pierre antique, gardent intégralement la valeur de leur contenu. Mais si une vieille femme, de son vivant, s'exprime et pense de la manière la plus sage et la plus noble, autant en emporte le vent. Et qui la juge avec bienveillance se contentera de dire: "Dommage qu'elle ne soit pas plus jeune". N'est-il pas honteux que l'on ne prenne en considération les plus nobles qualités, chez une femme, que si elles viennent pimenter l'attrait de son jeune corps? C'est avec tant de mépris, tant de répugnance que l'on regarde la femme âgée, comme si son âge était une faute méritant châtiment. Vous les jeunes, et les encore plus jeunes, vous vieillissez aussi pourtant, et vous voulez vieillir, et vous considérez comme un sort cruel de ne pas vieillir. Pourquoi vous contredisez-vous ainsi?

That’s because they’re uneducated and brainwashed!’ Hermione began hotly, but her next few words were drowned by the sudden whooshing noise from overhead which announced the arrival of the post owls. Harry looked up at once, and saw Hedwig soaring towards him. Hermione stopped talking abruptly; she and Ron watched Hedwig anxiously, as she fluttered down onto Harry’s shoulder, folded her wings and held out her leg wearily.

No — HEDWIG!

Harry, where’s Hedwig?” “She . . . she got hit,” said Harry.

his room, with his new owl for company. He had decided to call her Hedwig, a name he had found in A History

And when you've got no other choice, you know you can follow my voice through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town.

fake history can also be used for propaganda, to abuse others, and can turn out to be dangerous, even deadly.

Piers Morgan

Then, Wagner premiered his successful Der Ring des Nibelungen opera (often known simply as The Ring Cycle) and his visions, along with those of his costume designer Carl Emil Doepler, spread across the world. He mixed together an awesome but peculiar combination of Norse, Germanic, Bronze Age and Viking history with a massive dose of imagination and unleashed an army of Valkyries and ‘barbarians’ with horned and winged helmets that marched into our collective consciousness.

Columbus discovered a route to the Americas

Qui dunque è riassunto il destino di Hedwig P. Nata a Vienna all'inizio del secolo, colà cresciuta, giovane, denutrita, sopravvissuta alla guerra, ambiziosa, dotata, alta, snella e coraggiosa, a diciassette anni il primo ingaggio... Del suo cuore ha fatto dono un paio, una dozzina, un centinaio di volte, chi potrà mai saperlo. Questa è stata l'amata Hedwig, la signorina Hedwig P, così talentuosa da autorizzare le più fauste speranze, e a Berlino, all'età di trent'anni, è morta sola e non compianta, di fame, di ambizione insoddisfatta, di povertà d'amore.

Hedwig was still angry with Harry about the disastrous car journey and Ron’s wand was still malfunctioning, surpassing itself on Friday

He got up off the floor, stretched, and moved across to his desk. Hedwig made no movement as he began of lick through the newspapers, throwing them onto the rubbish pile one by one. The owl was asleep, or else faking; she was angry with harry about the limited amount of time she was allowed out of her cage at the moment.

Wait a moment,’ said Hagrid, looking around. ‘Harry, where’s Hedwig?’ ‘She … she got hit,’ said Harry. The realisation crashed over him: he felt ashamed of himself as the tears stung his eyes. The owl had been his companion, his one great link with the magical world whenever he had been forced to return to the Dursleys.

Rebellious boys, James Potter and Sirius Black. They were attracted by Remus’s quiet sense of humour and a kindness that they valued, even if they did not always possess it themselves.

Another village, Kleinsee (Jeziorka), arose to the west of the Vistula. In 1727 some Mennonite families settled here and were granted a lease for forty years by the owner, Hedwig von Steffens-Wybczyriski.39 They were promised freedom of religious practices, provided that they continue the parish dues previously granted the Catholic Church. In 1732 religious pressures on Mennonites residing near Kulm led twelve families to join the group in Kleinsee. Further expansion of the community came in the following years. The new settlers were given the usual lease of forty years. In this instance, the lease-holders agreed to a special condition: they would perform two days of work annually for the landowner.40 A small village, Kempe Ostrowo, later known as Ehrental, was also established on the left bank, with only five Mennonite families. Later, the Vistula changed course, and the village was now on the right bank. Several floods, poor soil quality, and differences with Catholic authorities plagued the settlements in both Kleinsee and Ehrental, and no strong, thriving community ever emerged here.

I’m on holiday in France at the moment and I didn’t know how I was going to send this to you — what if they’d opened it at customs? — but then Hedwig turned up! I think she wanted to make sure you got something for your birthday for a change. I bought your present by owl-order; there was an advertisement in the Daily Prophet

Hedwig – Hedwig –’ But the owl lay motionless and pathetic as a toy on the floor of her cage.

How's my hair? Is there trouble in the west wing? (Refers to large curls.) These are actually my lungs. My Aquanet lungs. They kick in on the high notes.

At the birth of their next child, Hans-Jürgen, Hedwig specifically requested a caesarean operation, so that a lengthy labour would not interfere with plans to hear Hitler’s big May Day speech in Berlin.16

Would You Rather: Become a Dementor? or Become a Horcrux? Have Crookshanks as a pet? or Have Hedwig as a pet? Would

She deserved it,” Harry said, breathing very fast. “She deserved what she got. You keep away from me.” He fumbled behind him for the latch on the door. “I’m going,” Harry said. “I’ve had enough.” And in the next moment, he was out in the dark, quiet street, heaving his heavy trunk behind him, Hedwig’s cage under his arm.

Will you be wanting anything? Beer? Brandy?’ ‘Perhaps a pot of tea,’ said Fudge, who still hadn’t let go of Harry. There was a loud scraping and puffing from behind them, and Stan and Ern appeared, carrying Harry’s trunk and Hedwig’s cage and looking around excitedly. ‘’Ow come you di’n’t tell us ’oo you are, eh, Neville?’ said Stan, beaming at Harry, while Ernie’s owlish face peered interestedly over Stan’s shoulder. ‘And a private parlour, please, Tom,’ said Fudge pointedly. ‘Bye,’ Harry said miserably to Stan and Ern, as Tom beckoned Fudge towards the passage that led from the bar. ‘Bye, Neville!’ called Stan. Fudge marched Harry along the narrow passage after Tom’s lantern, and then into a small parlour. Tom clicked his fingers, a fire burst into life in the grate, and he bowed himself out of the room. ‘Sit down, Harry,’ said Fudge, indicating a chair by the fire. Harry sat down, feeling goosebumps rising up his arms despite the glow of the fire. Fudge took off his pinstriped