“Youth can not know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.”

Depression is very different.

First sign of madness, talking to your own head.

Hearing voices no one else can hear isn’t a good sign, even in the wizarding world.

When people are very damaged, they can often meet the world with a kind of defiance.

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

The internet has been a boon and a curse for teenagers.

You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

Time is making fools of us again.

Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.

Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.

If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.

Secretly we’re all a little more absurd than we make ourselves out to be.

I find that discussing an idea out loud is often the way to kill it stone dead.

It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.

I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

Madness is something rare in individuals – but in groups, parties, peoples, and ages, it is the rule.

Look at the bright side no matter how old you are, you are younger than you’ll ever be again.

A man’s age is something impressive, it sums up his life.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

We are the heirs of the ages.

There is nothing more despicable than an old man who has no other proof than his age to offer of his having lived long in the world.