Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh!” he whispered. “Yes, Piglet?” “Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw. “I just wanted to be sure of you.
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
Friendship … is born at the moment when one man says to another “What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .
He must have known I’d want to leave you.” “No, he must have known you would always want to come back.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time
Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.
Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.
Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.