Character: Albus Dumbledore. Page 1

In the end, the ability to understand that making a mistake is the property of genius, but to deny the mistake is already perfect - the ancestral privilege of fools.

To suffer for a man as naturally as breathing.

Maturity becomes stupid and forgetful when it begins to underestimate the youth.

Long are you going to sit in his hut if you will wait until you love all.

- My dear boy, let us not have any illusions on this score. If you were going to kill me, would you do it as soon as disarmed me, and wouldn't have to stop just to cute to talk about ways and possibilities.
I don't have a choice! - Malfoy suddenly became as pale as Dumbledore. I'll have to do it! He'll kill me! He'll kill my whole family!

I doubt you'll kill me, Draco. To kill and think about killing are not one and the same.

Remember Cedric. If the time comes to make a choice between right and easy, remember what happened to honest, kind, brave boy just because he accidentally got in the way of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory...

Of course, I loved you... and I knew it would repeat again... the fact that when I love - I put irreparable damage. I'm not suitable for love man... I've never loved, not causing harm.
Of course, I loved you... and I knew that it would happen all over again... that where I loved, I would cause irreparable damage. I am no fit person to love... I have never loved without causing harm.

- Don't go!
- Those we love - do we in fact do not leave. There are things not subject to death. Pictures... and memories... and love.
- Don't go!
- Those that we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch. Paint... and memory... and love.

Harry, in this complicated, emotional world never find the perfect answer. Perfection is beyond the capability of humanity, beyond the reach of magic. Each bright moment of happiness there is always a drop of poison: an understanding that the pain will come back again. Be honest with those you love show their pain. Suffering for humans is tantamount to breathing.
Harry, there is never a perfect answer in this messy, emotional world. Perfection is beyond the reach of humankind, beyond the reach of magic. In every shining moment of happiness is that drop of poison: the knowledge that pain will come again. Be honest to those you love, show your pain. To suffer is as human as to breathe.

People tend to ask what for them is just hurtful, that's their trouble.

The person may not be a lot of socks.

Like your mother, you're unfailingly kind, a trait people never fail to undervalue, unfortunately.

Curiosity is not a sin, but you have to be a little more patient.