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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is oneof my favorite books from the series. I loved reading about the Triwizard tournament.

So here are my favorite quotes from this amazing book:

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”

“It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.”

“Percy wouldn’t notice a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing one of Dobby’s hats.”

“Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.”

“Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.”

“Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!”

“Anyone can speak Troll. All you have to do is point and grunt.”

“As Harry and Ron rounded the clump of trees behind which Harry had first heard the dragons roar, a witch leapt out from behind them.It was Rita Skeeter. She was wearing acid-green robes today; the Quick-Quotes Quill in her hand blended perfectly against them.
“Congratulations, Harry!’ she said beaming at him. “I wonder if you could give me a quick word? How you felt facing that dragon? How do you feel now about the fairness of the scoring?”
“Yeah, you can have a word,” said Harry savagely. “Goodbye!”

“Next time there’s a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!”

“Dark times lie ahead of us and there will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right.
-Albus Dumbledore”

“Muggle women wear them, Archie, not the men, they wear these,’ said the Ministry wizard, and he brandished the pinstriped trousers.
‘I’m not putting them on,’ said old Archie in indignation. ‘I like a healthy breeze ’round my privates, thanks.”

“He sounds exactly like Moody,” said Harry quietly, tucking the letter away again inside his robes. “‘Constant vigilance!’ You’d think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls….”

“Oh, shut up Weatherby.”

“She can’t keep writing about what a tragic little hero I am, it’ll get boring.”

“Enjoying it? I don’t reckon he’d come home if Dad didn’t make him. He’s obsessed. Just don’t get him on the subject of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch…as I was saying to Mr. Crouch… Mr. Crouch is of the opinion… Mr. Crouch was telling me… They’ll be announcing their engagement any day now.”

“As far as informing the headmaster, Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer holidays. He amused himself for a moment, picturing Dumbledore, with his long silver beard, full-length wizard’s robes, and pointed hat, stretched out on a beach somewhere, rubbing suntan lotion onto his long crooked nose.”

“Ron’s eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.”

“You’ve got to appreciate what the worst is. You don’t want to find yourself in a situation where you’re facing it.”

“He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mother’s face, his father’s voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.”

“It’s okay,” he said, before Ron could get the words out. “Forget it.” “No,” said Ron, “I shouldn’t’ve –” “Forget it,” Harry said.
Ron grinned nervously at him. and Harry grinned back.
Hermoine burst into tears.
“There’s nothing to cry about!” Harry told her, bewildered.
“You two are so stupid!” she shouted, stamping her foot on the ground, tears splashing down her front. Then before either of them could stop her, she had given both of them a hug and dashed away, now positively howling.”

“There’s a way of doing it!” Hermione said crossly. “There just has to be!” She seemed to be taking the library’s lack of useful information on the subject as a personal insult; it had never failed her before.”

“Dobby cannot let Harry Potter lose his Wheezy!”

“That’s not the song it sang when it Sorted us,” said Harry, clapping along with everyone else. “Sings a different one every year,” said Ron. “It’s got to be a pretty boring life, hasn’t it, being a hat? I suppose it spends all year making up the next one.”

“What would come, would come…and he would have to meet it when it did.”

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