Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Harry Potter, #4)

by J.K. Rowling

“Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?” he asked calmly.

Hagrid’s miserable face broke into a wide, watery smile. “Tha’s my boy . . . you show ’em, Harry, you show ’em. Beat ’em all.”

“Come seek us where our voices sound, We cannot sing above the ground, And while you’re searching, ponder this: We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss, An hour long you’ll have to look, And to recover what we took, But past an hour — the prospect’s black, Too late, it’s gone, it won’t come back.”

“There you go, Harry!” Ron shouted over the noise. “You weren’t being thick after all — you were showing moral fiber!”

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

“Curiosity is not a sin,” he said. “But we should exercise caution with our curiosity . . . yes, indeed . . .”

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.

You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!

Time is short, and unless the few of us who know the truth stand united, there is no hope for any of us.”

“What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.

“Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.”