Per una mente ben organizzata la morte non é che una nuova, grande avventura

The truth." Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.

I'm serious, Harry, don't go." But Harry only had one thought in his head, which was to get back in front of the mirror, and Ron wasn't going to stop him.

That third night he found his way more quickly than before. He was walking so fast he knew he was making more noise than was wise, but he didn't meet anyone.

And there were his mother and father smiling at him again, and one of his grandfathers nodding happily. Harry sank down to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. There was nothing to stop him from staying here all night with his family. Nothing at all.

It is my belief... that the truth is generally preferable to lies.

Failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was.

The three witches and the knight set off down the hill together, arm in arm, and all four led long and happy lives, and none of them ever knew or suspected that the Fountain's waters carried no enchantment at all.