Margaery was different, though. Sweet and gentle, yet there was a little of her grandmother in her, too.
«Let the past die. Kill it — if you have to. That’s the only way to become what you were meant to be.»
The guilty look isn’t fair. I’m trying. I’m trying all the time. But everyone is always counting on me, and it’s so hard.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005)
anybody who came here today to hear me whine, to hear me beg? Well, you can
kiss my ass! Do you hear me? I’m guilty.