A Quote by J. K. Rowling

Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man. — © J. K. Rowling
Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man.
I don't mean to be rude—" he began, in a tone that threatened rudeness in every syllable. "Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often," Dumbledore finished the sentence gravely.
Etiquette does not render you defenseless. If it did, even I wouldn't subscribe to it. But rudeness in retaliation for rudeness just doubles the amount of rudeness in the world.
A man of letters is often a man with two natures,--one a book nature, the other a human nature. These often clash sadly.
Dear dad, you always told me that an honest man has nothing to fear, so I'm trying my best not to be afraid.
Indeed, the best books have a use, like sticks and stones, which is above or beside their design, not anticipated in the preface,not concluded in the appendix. Even Virgil's poetry serves a very different use to me today from what it did to his contemporaries. It has often an acquired and accidental value merely, proving that man is still man in the world.
Families, friends and communities often find a source of courage rising up from within. Indeed, sadly, it seems that it is tragedy that often draws out the most and the best from the human spirit.
Misanthropy ariseth from a man trusting another without having sufficient knowledge of his character, and, thinking him to be truthful, sincere, and honourable, finds a little afterwards that he is wicked, faithless, and then he meets with another of the same character. When a man experiences this often, and more particularly from those whom he considered his most dear and best friends, at last, having frequently made a slip, he hates the whole world, and thinks that there is nothing sound at all in any of them.
My best work is often almost unconscious and occurs ahead of my ability to understand it.
God is a wild man...should you encounter him...hang on for dear life-or let go for dear life is a better way to say it.
Nothing occurs contrary to nature except the impossible, and that never occurs.
Politeness costs nothing. Nothing, that is, to him that shows it; but if often costs the world very dear.
My dear father; my dear friend; the best and wisest man I ever knew, who taught me many lessons and showed me many things as we went together along the country by-ways.
One need not be a prophet to be aware of impending dangers. An accidental combination of experience and interest will often reveal events to one man under aspects which few yet see.
A man often pays dear for a small frugality.
We are left with nothing but death, the irreducible fact of our own mortality. Death after a long illness we can accept with resignation. Even accidental death we can ascribe to fate. But for a man to die of no apparent cause, for a man to die simply because he is a man, brings us so close to the invisible boundary between life and death that we no longer know which side we are on. Life becomes death, and it is as if this death has owned this life all along. Death without warning. Which is to say: life stops. And it can stop at any moment.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
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