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"There is a room in the Department of Mysteries," interrupted Dumbledore, "that is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all. That power took you to save Sirius tonight. That power also saved you from possession by Voldemort, because he could not bear to reside in a body so full of the force he detests. In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you."
Two o'clock in the morning Something's on my mind Can't get no rest, Keep walking around If I pretend that nothing ever went wrong I can get to my sleep I can think that we just carried on
Wake up in the morning Stumble on my life Can't get no love without sacrifice If anything should happen I guess I wish you well A little bit of heaven But a little bit of hell
This is the way you left me I'm not pretending No hope, no love, no glory No happy ending This is the way that we loved Like it was forever Then live the rest of our lifes But not together
You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night.
Say goodbye to the world you thought you lived in Take a bow, play the part Of a lonely lonely heart Say goodbye to the world, you thought you lived in
In my shoes, just to see What it's like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each others' minds Just to see, what we'd find Look at things through each others' eyes
And when I’m gone, just carry on, don’t mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I’m lookin’ down on you smiling And I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain Just smile back
But what happens when karma turns right around and despites you? And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you? What happens when you become the main source of their pain?
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long, and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong. just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow, lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes a rose.
Es kommt nicht so sehr darauf an, dass die Demokratie nach ihrer ursprünglichen Idee funktioniert, sondern dass sie von der Bevölkerung als funktionierend empfunden wird
They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well can it load a gun up for you, and cock it too? Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
Sing with me, sing for the years Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears Sing with me, just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away