Helena Bonham Carter Quotes

No witch has ever claimed to own the Elder Wand. Make of that what you will.

My nickname is Nuke.

With knot of one, the spell's begun. With knot of two, the spell be true. With knot of three, the spell is free. With knot of four, the power is stored. With knot of five, the spell with thrive. With knot of six, this spell I fix.

Whoops - My wand is a little over excited!

Ah well... wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? Okay, let’s go.

You may not feel outstandingly robust, but if you are an average-sized adult you will contain within your modest frame no less than 7 X 10^18 joules of potential energy—enough to explode with the force of thirty very large hydrogen bombs, assuming you knew how to liberate it and really wished to make a point.

Magic is a kind of energy. It is given shape by human thoughts and emotions, by imagination. Thoughts define that shape—and words help to define those thoughts. That’s why wizards usually use words to help them with their spells. Words provide a sort of insulation as the energy of magic burns through a spell caster’s mind.

This kind of thinking, he found, is not the way to make one's self popular with other birds. Even his parents were dismayed as Jonathan spent whole days alone, making hundreds of low-level glides, experimenting.

Homer and Shakespeare and Milton and Marvell and Wordsworth are but the rustling of leaves and crackling of twigs in the forest, and there is not yet the sound of any bird. The Muse has never lifted up her voice to sing.

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

Needless to say, jamming deformed, drugged, overstressed birds together in a filthy, waste-coated room is not very healthy. Beyond deformities, eye damage, blindness, bacterial infections of bones, slipped vertebrae, paralysis, internal bleeding, anemia, slipped tendons, twisted lower legs and necks, respiratory diseases, and weakened immune systems are frequent and long-standing problems on factory farms.

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.

The cockroach and the bird were both here long before we were. Both could.

Birdsong foamed in the hour-before-dawn garden.

I never seen snakes on a plane

I have a friend who says that reviewers are the tickbirds of the literary rhinoceros-but he is being kind. Tickbirds perform a valuable service to the rhino and the rhino hardly notices the birds.

Every man has an equal right to the necessaries of life even as birds and beasts have.

Of course, living in an all-glass house has its disadvantages...but you should see the birds smack it.

Birds and beasts have in fact our own nature, flattened a semi-tone.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bend by the same wintry fever.

Rincewind gave his fingers a long shocked stare, as one might regard a gun that has been hanging on the wall for decades and has suddenly gone off and perforated the cat.

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.

For a decision-the freest of my actions just happens like hiccups inside me or like a bird singing outside me.

In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .