Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

 


“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

(Source: jennlawrnce)

You do care, you care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

(Source: harrypotterdailly)

There will be books written about Harry, every child in our world will know his name.

(Source: mydraco)