Order Of The Phoenix Book Quotes

You should write a book," Ron told Hermione as he cut up his potatoes, "translating mad things girls do so boys can understand them.

The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter… or at least, most minds are…

I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursely.

The presence of hundreds of books had finally convinced Hermione that what they were doing was right.

Getting smacked in the face with a Harry Potter book does not qualify as a fight," Charlie says. "First of all, it wasn't just any Harry Potter book. It was Order of the Phoenix." Matt gasps. He knows that Order of the Phoenix is the longest and most potentially dangerous of all the Harry Potter books when used as a weapon.

Only Muggles talk of the ‘mind reading.’ The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is complex and many-layered thing, Potter… or at least, most minds are…

In order to rise From its own ashes A phoenix First Must Burn. Earthseed: The Books of the Living Lauren Oya Olamina

The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure.

The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

And just look at these books!” said Hermione excitedly, running a finger along the spines of the large leather-bound tomes. “A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions . . . The Dark Arts Outsmarted . . . Self-Defensive Spellwork . . . wow . . .” She looked around at Harry, her face glowing, and he saw that the presence of hundreds of books had finally convinced Hermione that what they were doing was right.

Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end... if not always in the way we expect.

As Harry Potter was the only other thing I was passionate about, the doctors gave consent for me to leave the hospital and collect the fifth Harry Potter book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, from the local book shop. I was so ecstatic to have the book and excited to begin reading it, but there was never any hint of your imminent arrival and the way you would change my life so drastically. Luna, you instantly captivated me. I didn’t know why but there was something about you with your upside-down magazine, straggly blonde hair, and the honest, abashed way you stared at people without blinking that fascinated and perplexed me at once. You laughed hysterically at one of Ron’s quips and didn’t stop to excuse yourself and feel ashamed when it became clear that everyone found you strange. Throughout the book, I found myself waiting for your brief appearances and wanting to know more about you and why you were the way you were. You baffled me, not because you were odd (though indeed you were), but because you were… perfect. But it was a different kind of perfect to the perfectly thin, smiling magazine girls I simultaneously idolised and reviled. It was the way you carried your oddness like it was the most natural thing in the world. You didn’t market your oddness as your defining feature the way some insecure teenagers do, in guise of confidence and security. And nor were you oblivious to the awkward and uncomfortable feelings your oddness provoked in others. When, unable to comprehend how you wore your oddness so honestly and unashamedly, your peers reverted to mockery and bullying, you recognized this as a reflection of their own deep-seated insecurity and calmly let them carry on, quite above your head. You weren’t trying hard to present a certain aspect of yourself that would boldly identify you in the world. And that’s when it occurred to me how bizarre and positively ridiculous it was to apply the word “weird” to describe you, when you represented the most natural and unpretentious state possible to be; you were yourself.

How come she married him?” Harry asked miserably. “She hated him!” “Nah, she didn’t,” said Sirius.

Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon, doesn't mean we all have.

Harry’s heart was beating a violent tattoo against his Adam’s apple. He swallowed hard, turned the heavy iron door handle, and stepped inside the courtroom.

You are the most insensitive wart I have had the misfortune to meet.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” said Ron indignantly. “What sort of person cries while someone’s kissing them?

Harry could not remember Hermione ever neglecting to read when instructed to, or indeed resisting the temptation to open any book that came under her nose.

What was making Harry feel so horrified and unhappy was not being shouted at or having jars thrown at him – it was that he knew how it felt to humiliated in the middle of a circle of onlookers, knew exactly how Snape had felt as his father had taunted him, and that judging from what he had just seen, his father had been every bit as arrogant as Snape had always told him.

You have no subtlety, Potter," said Snape, his dark eyes glittering. "You do not understand fine distinctions. It is one of the shortcomings that makes you such a lamentable potion-maker.

Merchants and charlatans gained control of Europe, calling their insidious gospel “The Enlightenment.” The day of the locust was at hand, but from the ashes of humanity there arose no Phoenix. The humble and pious peasant, Piers Plowman, went to town to sell his children to the lords of the New Order for purposes that we may call questionable at best. (See Reilly, Ignatius J., Blood on Their Hands: The Crime of It All, A study of some selected abuses in sixteenth-century Europe, a Monograph, 2 pages, 1950, Rare Book Room, Left Corridor, Third Floor, Howard-Tilton Memorial Library, Tulane University, New Orleans 18, Louisiana. Note: I mailed this singular monograph to the library as a gift; however, I am not really certain that it was ever accepted. It may well have been thrown out because it was only written in pencil on tablet paper.) The gyro had widened; The Great Chain of Being had snapped like so many paper clips strung together by some drooling idiot; death, destruction, anarchy, progress, ambition, and self-improvement were to be Piers’ new fate. And a vicious fate it was to be: now he was faced with the perversion of having to GO TO WORK.

Yes, it was,’ said Ginny. ‘It was appalling. Angelina was nearly in tears by the end of it.’ Ron and Ginny went off for baths after dinner; Harry and Hermione returned to the busy Gryffindor common room and their usual pile of homework. Harry had been struggling with a new star-chart for Astronomy for half an hour when Fred and George turned up. ‘Ron and Ginny not here?’ asked Fred, looking around as he pulled up a chair, and when Harry shook his head, he said, ‘Good. We were watching their practice. They’re going to be slaughtered. They’re complete rubbish without us.’ ‘Come on, Ginny’s not bad,’ said George fairly, sitting down next to Fred. ‘Actually, I dunno how she got so good, seeing how we never let her play with us.’ ‘She’s been breaking into your broom shed in the garden since the age of six and taking each of your brooms out in turn when you weren’t looking,’ said Hermione from behind her tottering pile of Ancient Rune books. ‘Oh,’ said George, looking mildly impressed. ‘Well – that’d explain it.’ ‘Has Ron saved a goal yet?’ asked Hermione, peering over the top of Magical Hieroglyphs and Logograms. ‘Well, he can do it if he doesn’t think anyone’s watching him,’ said Fred, rolling his eyes. ‘So all we have to do is ask the crowd to turn their backs and talk among themselves every time the Quaffle goes up his end on Saturday.’ He got up again and moved restlessly to the window, staring out across the dark grounds.

We were just wondering who set the Slinkhard book,’ said Fred conversationally. ‘Because it means Dumbledore’s found a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher,’ said George. ‘And about time too,’ said Fred. ‘What d’you mean?’ Harry asked, jumping down beside them. ‘Well, we overheard Mum and Dad talking on the Extendable Ears a few weeks back,’ Fred told Harry, ‘and from what they were saying, Dumbledore was having real trouble finding anyone to do the job this year.’ ‘Not surprising, is it, when you look at what’s happened to the last four?’ said George. ‘One sacked, one dead, one’s memory removed and one locked in a trunk for nine months,’ said Harry, counting them off on his fingers. ‘Yeah, I see what you mean.’ ‘What’s up with you, Ron?’ asked Fred. Ron did not answer. Harry looked round. Ron was standing very still with his mouth slightly open, gaping at his letter from Hogwarts. ‘What’s the matter?’ said Fred impatiently, moving around Ron to look over his shoulder at the parchment. Fred’s mouth fell open, too. ‘Prefect?’ he said, staring incredulously at the letter. ‘Prefect?’ George leapt forwards, seized the envelope in Ron’s other hand and turned it upside-down. Harry saw something scarlet and gold fall into George’s palm.

Chocolate in the library!” she screamed. “Out — out — OUT!” And whipping out her wand, she caused Harry’s books, bag, and ink bottle to chase him and Ginny from the library, whacking them repeatedly over the head as they ran.

La mente no es ningún libro que uno puede abrir cuando se le antoje o examinarlo cuando le apetezca. Los pensamientos no están grabados dentro del cráneo para que los analice cualquier invasor. La mente es una potencia muy compleja y con muchos estratos.

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Titles available in the Harry Potter series (in reading order): Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Hogwarts Library Books: Quidditch Through the Ages Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them The Tales of Beedle the Bard Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Parts One and Two: The Official Playscript of the Original West End Production Based on an original story by J.K. Rowling, John Tiffany and Jack Thorne A play by Jack Thorne

In order to create light you must first live in light.

As soon as he turns the key, a man with a heavy British accent starts talking about giants not being meant to live in groups. “That’s . . . Hagrid.” “Order of the Phoenix,” Aaron says. “I got the full set as a Christmas present from Mom and Tay, since I’m in the car so much. I’ve read the books, of course, but . . . nice to listen to them, too.” And so we listen for the next ninety minutes. Well, Aaron and I listen. Taylor is asleep ten minutes in. I close my eyes and try to lose myself in the story. The entire trip, I only check my phone twice. That’s the closest I’ve been to relaxed all day. Harry is just wondering whether Cho cried because of Cedric Diggory or because he’s a rotten kisser when Molly speaks up.

had gotten the answer completely right, finally hitting him hard on the nose with the sharp edge of Achievements in Charming. “Why don’t you just do it yourself?” he said firmly, handing the book back to her, his eyes watering. Meanwhile Ron was reading two years of Charms notes with his fingers in his ears, his lips moving soundlessly; Seamus was lying flat on his back on the floor, reciting the definition of a Substantive Charm, while Dean checked it against The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5; and Parvati and Lavender, who were practicing basic locomotion charms, were making their pencil cases race each other around the edge of the table. Dinner was a subdued affair that night. Harry and Ron did not talk much, but ate with gusto, having studied hard all day. Hermione on the other hand kept putting down her knife and fork and diving under the table for her bag, from which she would seize a book to check some fact or figure. Ron was just telling her that she ought to eat a decent meal or she would not sleep that night, when her fork slid from her limp fingers and landed with a loud tinkle on her plate. “Oh, my goodness,” she said faintly, staring into the entrance hall. “Is that them? Is that the examiners?

For I see now what I have done and not done, with regard to you, bears all the hallmarks of the failings of age. Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young...and I seem to have forgotten lately....

İnsanlarla birlikte olmayı isteyip istemediğine karar vermek ona zor geliyordu; birileriyle olduğu zaman uzaklaşmak istiyordu, yalnız olduğu zaman da yanında birilerinin olmasını.

Harry bent his head hurriedly over his book. “Think of a dream, quick,” he told Ron, “in case the old toad comes our way.

Or Team Alicorn?” Biana added. “If we go that route, why don’t we just call ourselves the Order of the Phoenix?” Sophie couldn’t resist suggesting

¿Sabe una cosa, señor ministro? Discrepo de Dumbledore en muchos aspectos, pero no podrá negar que tiene clase...

Listening to the news! Again" "Well, it changes every day, you see," said Harry.

Hermione, [...] had to move her or­ange juice aside quick­ly to make way for a large damp barn owl bear­ing a sod­den Dai­ly Prophet in its beak. 'What are you still get­ting that for?' said Har­ry ir­ri­ta­bly [...] 'It's best to know what the en­emy is say­ing,' said Hermione.

Light can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike. . . .

It is our choices that makes us who we truly are....far more than our abilities.

Perhaps it was the effect of the chocolate - Lupin had always advised eating some after encounters with dementors.

They’re hats for house-elves,” she said briskly, now stuffing her books back into her bag. “I did them over the summer. I’m a really slow knitter without magic, but now I’m back at school I should be able to make lots more.

Yeah, it was jus’ the pair of us. An’ I’ll tell yeh this, she’s not afraid of roughin’ it, Olympe. Yeh know, she’s a fine, well-dressed woman, an’ knowin’ where we was goin’ I wondered ‘ow she’d feel abou’ clamberin’ over boulders an’ sleepin’ in caves an’ tha’, bu’ she never complained once.

And you very kindly did not press charges on that occasion, accepting, I presume, that even the best wizards cannot always control their emotions,” said Dumbledore calmly, as Fudge attempted to scrub the ink off his notes.

Laws can be changed,” said Fudge savagely. “Of course they can,” said Dumbledore, inclining his head. “And you certainly seem to be making many changes, Cornelius. Why, in the few short weeks since I was asked to leave Wizengamot, it has already become the practice to hold a full criminal trial to deal with a simple matter of underage magic!

his swollen heart was now constricting his air passages and both time he merely took a deep breath and looked back at this shoes

…his swollen heart was now constricting his air passages and both time he merely took a deep breath and looked back at this shoes.

…Harry felt an odd sense of loss. He had never traveled on the Hogwarts Express without Ron.

The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction.

Do you really think this is about truth or lies? It’s about keeping your head down and your temper under control!

I was trying, in distancing myself from you, to protect you.

He gave you the scar that has proved both blessing and curse.

Ron had not asked Dumbledore to give him the prefect badge. Was he, Harry, Ron's best friend in the world, going to sulk because he didn't have a badge, laugh with the twins behind Ron's back, ruin this for Ron when, for the first time, he had beaten Harry at something?

He registered dimly how strange it was that the Dursleys, who flinched, winced, and squawked if they heard words like “wizard,” “magic,” or “wand,” could hear the name of the most evil wizard of all time without the slightest tremor.

I think it better that Harry gets the facts – not all the facts, Molly, but the general picture – from us, rather than a garbled version from…others.

Unfortunately, the back his mind was no longer the secure place it had once been.

The Chamber of Secrets and The Order of the Phoenix are the only two movies not nominated for an academy award.

[...] contudo, a grosseria acidental ocorre com alarmante frequência

Not as stupid as you look, are you, Dud? But I s'pose if you were, you wouldn't be able to walk and talk at the same time...

He let out a long, slow breath and stared up at the brilliant blue sky. Every day this summer had been the same: the tension, the expectation, the temporary relief, and then mounting tension again... and always, growing more insistent all the time, the question for why nothing had happened yet.

Bu, iki yönlü bir aynadır, diğeri bende. Eğer benimle konuşman gerekirse, içine adımı söyle, yeter; sen benim aynamda görünürsün, ben de seninkinde konuşabilirim.

Turn, please, to the introduction and read what Imago has to say on the matter of dream interpretation. Then, divide into pairs. Use The Dream Oracle to interpret each other’s most recent dreams. Carry on.’ The one good thing to be said for this lesson was that it was not a double period. By the time they had all finished reading the introduction of the book, they had barely ten minutes left for dream interpretation. At the table next to Harry and Ron, Dean had paired up with Neville, who immediately embarked on a long-winded explanation of a nightmare involving a pair of giant scissors wearing his grandmother’s best hat; Harry and Ron merely looked at each other glumly. ‘I never remember my dreams,’ said Ron, ‘you say one.’ ‘You must remember one of them,’ said Harry impatiently.

Lo bueno de crecer con Fred y George es que acabas pensando que cualquier cosa es posible si tienes suficiente coraje.

Why can't Dumbledore teach Harry?" asked Sirius aggressively. "Why you?" "I suppose beacuse it is a headmaster's privilege to delegate less enjoyable tasks," said Snape silkily. "I assure you I did not beg for the job.

Although the longest book was the Order of Phoenix it was the shortest film. Even though the Chamber of Secrets was the longest book it was the shortest movie.

The longest book (Order of the Phoenix) was the shortest movie.