Julia

“Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs,
tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me.
Beauty is the face of who cried and now
smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee
since you fell when you were a kid,
beauty is the circles when love doesn't
let you sleep, beauty is the expression
on the face when the alarm rings in the
morning, it's the melted makeup when
you have a shower, it's the laughter when
you make a joke you're the only one who
can understand, beauty is meeting his
gaze and stopping understanding,
beauty is your gaze when you see him,
it's when you cry for all you paranoias,
beauty is the lines marked by time.
Beauty is what we feel in the inside
which also shows outside us. Beauty is
the marks the life leaves on us, all the
kicks and the caresses the memories
leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.”
― Emma Watson

“It's not the absence of fear, it's overcoming it. Sometimes you've got to blast through and have faith.”
― Emma Watson

“What are you doing with all those books anyway?" Ron asked, limping back to his bed.
"Just trying to decide which ones to take with us," said Hermione. "When we're looking for the Horcruxes."
"Oh, of course," said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library".”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“What's that?" he snarled, staring at the envelope Harry was still clutching in his hand. "If it's another form for me to sign, you've got another -"
"It's not," said Harry cheerfully. "It's a letter from my godfather."
"Godfather?" sputtered Uncle Vernon. "You haven't got a godfather!"
"Yes, I have," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though...keep up with my news...check if I'm happy....”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban