100 Quotes About Witch

At such times the universe gets a little closer to us. They are strange times, times of beginnings and endings. Dangerous and powerful. And we feel it even if we don't know what it is. These times are not necessarily good, and not necessarily bad. In fact, what they are depends on what *we* are. Terry Pratchett

Gavin! What’ll I wear home?”“ Cloak.” His voice roughened and he ripped harder, tossing the material to the ground. I felt his smile when he kissed my neck, and shivers ran down my back at the sound of his low growl.“ I made that! I don’t have many of those, you know.”“ Cam, ” he snaked one hand around my stomach and made his way north, slipping one hand into my corset top to grope my chest. “You won’t be thinking about it when I’m inside you.” His hips shifted off my back and he separated my legs with his knee, his breathing ragged against my shoulder. “Now forget the damn dress. . Rachael Wade

Joel’s face swam across my vision and I blinked, goose bumps running up my arms. I shook his memory away, determined to stay focused, although my heart caved at the thought of his last words to us, right here in this very spot: Take care of each other. I’d be damned if I was going to let him down now. Rachael Wade

Gavin, I never thought you’d be the irrational one in this relationship, but I’m happy to report that you’ve just thoroughly shocked me.” He rolled to his side to lean on his arm, keeping my hand resting on his chest, buried underneath his shirt. “I know. My timing is impeccable.” He smirked, letting his hungry gaze drift over my body. “But I’m sorry, love. I cannot take seeing you all tucked up in this sexy corset anymore. The ties are so tight, they’re just begging me to undo them.” His fingers trailed over the top of my chest and down over the corset’s binding, tugging at the edges of the lace as he went. “Forcefully, ” he winked. . Rachael Wade

Weave the circle, tightly sewn, Let nothing evil or unknown Enter within. Stay without On pain of death, we cast you out. Yasmine Galenorn

Please, let me take you home. You’re drunk.”“ I am not.” I shoved him, spilling some kind of delicious poison on him. “Go home and have a wild time with Ms. Scarlet. In the bedroom. With the–”“ Okay, you’re starting to talk board game. Let’s go home, babe. I’ll get you into bed. Rachael Wade

Esmeralda?” Scarlett turned to the witch next. “Don’t you want to do magic, again?” “Of course I do! It’s the only thing I dream of. Casting spells… Turning people into frogs… Genetically engineering my gingerbread army… Cassandra Gannon

So that’s when the witch somehow pulled off her own restraint and flung herself at me like a beautiful and deadly panther. I think she’d seen my stupid clipboard and realized that I’d been writing down sordid lies about her mental state. I’m very jealous of her, you see, and use my middle management position… Cassandra Gannon

You are so young, Lyra, too young to understand this, but I shall tell you anyway and you'll understand it later: men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain. We bear their children, who are witches if they are female, human if not; and then in the blink of an eye they are gone, felled, slain, lost. Our sons, too. When a little boy is growing, he thinks he is immortal. His mother knows he isn't. Each time becomes more painful, until finally your heart is broken. Perhaps that is when Yambe-Akka comes for you. She is older than the tundra. Perhaps, for her, witches' lives are as brief as men's are to us. Philip Pullman

Fairytales by nature only talk about the victors. The survivors. Nobody speaks about what happens to those who failed, except in the abstract: as cautionary tales to guide others onto the path to success. How many brave knights fell to the dragon before he was slayed by the noble prince? How many children burned to a crisp and eaten before the wicked witch received her due? These stories are lost, but the lesson behind them is not: it is not enough to be merely pure and good. . Nenia Campbell

When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even of a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet, of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen, some Emily Bronte who dashed her brains out on the moor or mopped and mowed about the highways crazed with the torture that her gift had put her to. Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman. Virginia Woolf

An understanding washed over Darren. You plan on me running.”“ For many, many years.” The crooked smile on Trent’s mouth sent a shiver throughout my body. He was utterly dangerous when he wanted to be. Elizabeth J. Kolodziej

You’re a talking cat?” Endora asked with a look of disbelief on her face.“ My, my, my, aren’t you the bright bulb of the bunch, ” he replied with a bit of snarky smugness. “Tell me then, bright-bulb, do you suppose that I need your permission to talk just because I’m a cat?” He raised his paw to his face, admiring his newly gnawed manicure. After he observed the last nail, he slapped his paw down on the floorboards, making a low thud sound. “Because I don’t, ” he smirked. Endora was taken by surprise at his rudeness. She stared back at him, speechless and not quite sure how to respond. “Are you a magic cat?” Mila busted in with a question that seemed as silly to her as to the cat. He glared and narrowed his eyes at her. “A magic cat, ” he said, standing up to arch his furry back. “Is my talking some sort of magic to you? If it is… then I am.” He stretched his back higher and let out a long purr that turned into, “Purrhaps, you four little witchy girls should clearly refine your meaning of magic so you know what it means before you say the word magic.” “I rather am quite fond of talking cats, ” Selena said with a big smile. “Of course, you’re the first one I’ve ever seen.” The cat narrowed its eyes tighter. “Indeed, ” he said, letting out a yawn as if the whole conversation were a bore. He leapt off the porch and dash away, mumbling and grumbling his way down the corridor. Selena looked over at Endora. “Rude little snot, isn’t he?” she said. Sophie Palmer

What’s going on?” Ingrid asked. “Listen, nothing bad today, please.” She pulled a chair out and sat down. Faye stared at her and said the words as quickly as she could. “I’m just going to give it to you straight as I can. Mila is a witch.” Ingrid busted out with a laugh. “I wouldn’t call her that, ” she said. “That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” She poured the juice into her glass and took a drink. “What did the brat do this time?” She set her glass down. Taylor Keys

I think you’ve forgotten that this place holds a lot more than justbetraying Hobgoblins. Call upon the spirits, summon fairies, raise thedead! My brother, you have the power to do so--now get off of your buttand use it! Richard P. Denney

Scarcely has night arrived to undeceive, unfurling her wings of crepe (wings drained even of the glimmer just now dying in the tree-tops); scarcely has the last glint still dancing on the burnished metal heights of the tall towers ceased to fade, like a still glowing coal in a spent brazier, which whitens gradually beneath the ashes, and soon is indistinguishable from the abandoned hearth, than a fearful murmur rises amongst them, their teeth chatter with despair and rage, they hasten and scatter in their dread, finding witches everywhere, and ghosts. It is night.. and Hell will gape once more. Charles Nodier

I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around us, so we told each other that we had to be close together, together in the dark. Laure Eve

Serafina, Ava, Ling, and Becca swam inside. Neela followed them, but at the very last second, shield. “I can’t, ” she said. “Once I go in, there’s no way out again. This is real. You’re real. All this time, a part of me was hoping you were only a dream.” The witch cocked her head. “Only a dream?” she said mockingly. “Long ago, a great mage dreamed of stealing the gods’ powers. Abbadon was born of that dream. Atlantis died because of it. Now, because of a new dreamer, all the waters of the world may fall. There is nothing more real than a dream.” She nodded at the waters behind Neela. Silt was rising in the distance, a great deal of it. “The merman Traho knows this. He’s coming. If you do not believe me, perhaps he can convince you. Jennifer Donnelly

Hunter could only groan. “What are you doing, Kristen?”“Bringing breakfast.” She replied innocently. “Think of it as thanks for saving my life.” Hunter sat up in bed, looking his usual ruffled morning mess, with extra dark circles under the eyes today. “Technically, I didn’t save your life, Mel did.”“ Ok, then think of it as punishment for putting my life at risk.” Kristen shrugged, and helped herself to a piece of toast. “It’s all a ruse, anyway. K.S. Marsden

Remember the plan?” Hunter asked as they drew closer to their target. Kristen looked at him sceptically. "'Keep quiet and don’t get seen’ is not a very professional plan. Did you have anything else to add? K.S. Marsden

We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that. Philip Pullman

You no longer speak of your old friends, your Council, your home. I fear that you are forgetting them, and forgetting your reason for coming here.” Hunter sighed. “It’s difficult to talk about them, they don’t belong here. Anyway, I thought you wanted me to give up my old life. Congratulations, you’ve won.” The Abate smiled sadly. “Perhaps I did, I wanted you to abandon your violent past and adopt our ways. But I see that you are giving up everything and taking on nothing. What are you afraid of George? . K.S. Marsden

It comes from history. It comes from the record of the Inquisition, persecuting heretics and torturing Jews and all that sort of stuff; and it comes from the other side, too, from the Protestants burning the Catholics. It comes from the insensate pursuit of innocent and crazy old women, and from the Puritans in America burning and hanging the witches – and it comes not only from the Christian church but also from the Taliban. Every single religion that has a monotheistic god ends up by persecuting other people and killing them because they don't accept him. Wherever you look in history, you find that. It’s still going on. Philip Pullman

Witches are naturally nosy, ” said Miss Tick, standing up. “Well, I must go. I hope we shall meet again. I will give you some free advice, though.”“ Will it cost me anything?”“ What? I just said it was free! ” said Miss Tick.“Yes, but my father said that free advice often turns out to be expensive, ” said Tiffany.Miss Tick sniffed. “You could say this advice is priceless, ” she said, “Are you listening?”“ Yes, ” said Tiffany.“Good. Now..if you trust in yourself..”“ Yes?”“..and believe in your dreams..”“ Yes?”“..and follow your star..” Miss Tick went on.“ Yes?”“..you’ll still be beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren’t so lazy. Goodbye. . Terry Pratchett

Are you ready to go home, Catherine?” he asked. “It’s warm inside the house. I kept a fire going for you.” I continued looking at him, unsure how to respond. “Thanks, ” I managed to say and then glanced in the direction of his house–our house. “Well, you are my wife. And I know you don’t like the cold.” I’m his wife, I thought to myself. He had said the words as if that simple fact made it necessary to be both thoughtful and kind. As if having gained a wife or husband meant having also gained her or his concerns, and hence the need to consider the person’s needs, wants, and preferences as strongly as one’s own. It struck me as a perfect description of what marriage ought to be. An agreeable notion that had not entered into my petty way of viewing matrimony. I would have assumed it to be above Thaddeus’ egotistical mindset as well.“ Catherine?” he said again, watching me regard him with a quizzical expression. “Are you ready to go home?” I nodded, which made him smile. Richelle E. Goodrich

And she would not hold back his limbs when his heart was gone to the woods, for it is ever the way of witches with any two things to care for the more mysterious of the two. Lord Dunsany

Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won William Shakespeare

Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew. Ray Bradbury

And to do something that helps your coven survive, even after your own death, is the greatest gift you can possibly give them…”-- Angela from Angela’s Coven Bruce Jenvey

You can't mean to dance with the lass; she's great with child! " Killian smiled broadly at this. "Aye, well, I do indeed intend to dance with her and, aye, I'm aware she carries a child! " He leaned closer to the woman and whispered as he spoke the next bit, "I'm the man who planted the seed! "" Och! " The woman's ruddy colored cheeks darkened further and she huffed aloud, her continued disapproval evident, so Killian baited her and pushed the issue further still." And were all your six daughters a product of immaculate conception, then, Maire, or were they created in the usual way? . Leigh Ann Edwards

No more shall the birds or the beasts seek to harm me, From the power that has held them, they will henceforth be set free And should another such attempt dare come to be The doer of the spell shall be so cursed ten-fold, plus three! Leigh Ann Edwards

I sighed. "Would it be too much to ask that Asgard be peaceful? Made up of big, fluffy clouds, serenity, and lots of hot yoga? Amanda Carlson

She looked at her best friend as he unraveled the tightly wound cord from his heart and told her what she had been hoping to hear." from the upcoming The Witch of Belle Fleur Isabelle Hardesty

She was tasked with guarding the doorway to the Otherworld, keeping the balance of nature (as much as anyone could in these modern times), and occasionally, helping a worthy seeker. Deborah Blake

Is he evil?" the dog asked, an eager gleam in his wide brown eyes. "If he's evil, I'd be happy to eat him for you. Deborah Blake

A Baba Yaga never breaks a promise. Legs, yes. Hearts, occasionally. But never a promise. Deborah Blake

Max, you cannot stay in the background forever. It is time to stand out in front. You have all that you need.” Analea Kathy Cyr

Little boys jump, but they do not know where. Into the mouth of the demon lair. Hold still and you will see, in his hand is the key. Fire and brimstone. Brimstone and fire. Your ally is clever. a thief and a liar. All is not lost. You can turn it around. But, for a moment...all will be well.....peaceful and sound." Alice. Kathy Cyr

You’re such a little moron, aren’t you? They will hunt you down to the ends of the earth. It’s nothing personal, just business. It’s all about survival, dear boy." Drusilla Blackwood Kathy Cyr

Hurry up, Hodgeyboy! You run like a fat badger after Sunday tea." Mibbitwiss Kathy Cyr

If you do not get to her time............... He will cut out her heart & feed it to the fishes...." Alice Kathy Cyr

You have been gifted the Blood Diamond and are surrounded by all that is good. You will not fail as long as you believe.” Analea Kathy Cyr

Let me out, witch, " growled Alice. She began to hum off key. Griselda stepped away from the door." I can help the little wee babes, " Alice sung sweetly. "Through the woods and into the dark. Where he whispers the words to make his mark. Little boy of green..." Alice chuckled. "...has gone to the wizard who is evil and mean. Kathy Cyr

It was not accustomed to being summoned. Laura Oliva

I think when magic is dark enough, it can look like anything it wants. Laura Oliva

*I don't want the body, * she whimpered. *It hurts.** Not always, sweetheart. Not always. Without the body, how will you hear a bird's song? How will you feel a warm summer rain on your skin? How will you taste nutcakes? How will you walk on a beach at sunset and feel the sand and surf under your... hooves?* Anne Bishop

Why?"He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she'd just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. "Because... you're you. Anne Bishop

There. We can be friends now."" Someone like you could never be my friend."" Why ever not?"" Because I'm a nice person, and you're a sick, twisted bitch. Unknown

Dear, he do have a problem. Taylor Ann Bunker

You can be the most powerful witch in the land, but you will always have a weakness, and that will always make you believe you have no power when someone exploits it. There is no greater strength than the ability to understand and accept your own flaws. Rin Chupeco

Life is like a little book written With a whole lot of surprise. Spell a word that doesn´t fit in And that´s a spell in desguise. Ana Claudia Antunes

Maybe we can help. Where are you from? I've never seen you around here before. And, how did you get that cut? Where are you staying?” He shook his head and giggled. “Are you the police? You ask a lot of questions Phoenix.” “No. I just .. never mind.” I wanted to know more about him. The way those sparkly green eyes gazed at me. The way his dimples sunk deep into his cheeks, as he smiled and said my name with his deep voice. N.I.

The weakest ones are the wickedest cruel When the strongest ones in gentleness rule! Ana Claudia Antunes

I believe that religion, generally speaking, has been a curse to mankind – that its modest and greatly overestimated services on the ethical side have been more than overcome by the damage it has done to clear and honest thinking. I believe that no discovery of fact, however trivial, can be wholly useless to the race, and that no trumpeting of falsehood, however virtuous in intent, can be anything but vicious. I believe that the evidence for immortality is no better than the evidence of witches, and deserves no more respect. I believe in the complete freedom of thought and speech – alike for the humblest man and the mightiest, and in the utmost freedom of conduct that is consistent with living in organized society. I believe in the capacity of man to conquer his world, and to find out what it is made of, and how it is run. I believe in the reality of progress. I –But the whole thing, after all, may be put very simply. I believe that it is better to tell the truth than to lie. I believe that it is better to be free than to be a slave. And I believe that it is better to know than be ignorant. . H.l. Mencken

They say I should stay away from you, ” I said. “They said you’re not good for me.” “I’m not, ” he said with a wicked smile, “But doesn’t that make it even more fun? Kassandra Cross

I won't stay inwith married menany moresaid the wise girlthey're too agreeable, it's a little too muchlike curlingupwith the good book. You meanagood book Oh, dear, did I saythegood booksighed the witch. Norman Mailer

Advice for the wise: You"d better bite your tongue Rather than cast a spell wrong. Ana Claudia Antunes

But our forest is sacred & magical with many unusual creatures & plants. We don’t want people to destroy everything! Magda M. Olchawska

Julia heard from her mummy that fairies were gentle creatures with singing voices just like the mermaids. Magda M. Olchawska

The room was full of magical objects, animals, photographs, paintings, strange looking plants and many flying books. I only found this room a few days ago and it seems that it keeps changing every time I come. Magda M. Olchawska

Julia really likes school and she is one of the top students. Mikolay doesn’t mind the weekend school because he is allowedto do lots of magic, which he really likes and is very good at. Magda M. Olchawska

I love fairies so much. I would so love to touch one, whispered Julia in excitement. “U can touch me. But please don't touch my wings, they are very fragile, ”replied 1 fairy.“ I’m Farina, the fairy queen. Magda M. Olchawska

Many trees were pulled out of the ground with their roots crying for water.” The lake was all polluted with thick layers of grease, the grass & flowers were squashed, animals walked around. #kidsbooks "Mikolay & Julia"Total elocological destruction, said Mikolay trying to use one of the funny long words Julia was always using. These are not monsters Farina.These are people and building machines. Magda M. Olchawska

The people who run the circus kidnapped us from our parents. Since we got here, we have all been working in the circus. We can’t see any of our mummies or kiss them OR cuddle up to them. said Adrian.His tears flowing in his big blue eyes that were the colour of the sky. We didn’t want to listen to our parents when they told us: ‘Never, Ever! ” talk to strangers. We all disobeyed and spoke to strangers, and then the strangers stole us away from our parents. Magda M. Olchawska

Me & my fellow fairies are running away from a huge monster that keeps destroying our home land, sobbed Farina.The monster is terribly scary, has huge jaws, creates clouds of smoke & makes loads of noise everywhere it goes. Magda M. Olchawska

Mikolay had explored the big attic many times before, and he knew that his mummy misplaced boxes all the time. Ah, I, don’t really want a wand, um, that much. Can we go home now? “Please? begged Julia as she walked toward the door. But Mikolay grabbed her hand and whispered: Lets just see where the shadow is going and after that, we can go right home. Mikolay and Julia carefully moved closer and closer to the wall. Magda M. Olchawska

Mikolay took his wand out, touched the cage’s lock and said: “Eis Izras” three times. The door opened at once, unfortunately making lots of noise and waking the humans up. Mikolay knew a few powerful hexes and he was able to create small flying dragons. He hoped that he could stop the people, animals, and block the shadows to buy some time. Magda M. Olchawska

Wow! ” gasped Julia. They saw 20 or more young children of every sort lyingon the cold, bare ground. Magda M. Olchawska

Suddenly, the shadow disappeared through the wall! Maybe the shadow disappeared again. Can we please go back home now? I really don’t like it here & I’m scared! Julia pleaded. The shadow was standing by a very small cage, pointing its long, thin finger towards the floor. Magda M. Olchawska

We need to get to the other side of the lake if you want to help the fairies, ” said Mikolay.We could use my crystal ball for transportation, ” suggested Julia pulling out a small crystal ball out of her pocket. Magda M. Olchawska

We live in the fairy forest of huge trees which is on the other side of the lake, said Farina. Magda M. Olchawska

When Mikolay and Julia are not at school, they usually go exploring and adventuring. Mikolay’s and Julia’s mummies are both witches and are in charge of fixing things. Magda M. Olchawska

Come on, this is a real adventure I have here, screamed Mikolay again, this time more impatiently. I think someone is singing inside the wardrobe. Can you hear that? Magda M. Olchawska

Gee, I wonder who you could be referring to?" Owen said. "I mean you, " Erebus said. "I just did not wish to be rude." "All you've been is rude." Owen muttered just under a whisper. "Some minds are more capable than others." Erebus smiled at Hugh. Karen Ann Wirtz

Down vith children! Do them in! Boil their bones and fry their skin! Bish them, sqvish them, bash them, mash them! Brrreak them, shake them, slash them, smash them! Offer chocs vith magic powder! Say “Eat up! ” then say it louder. Crrram them full of sticky eats, Send them home still guzzling sveets. And in the morning little fools Go marching off to separate schools. A girl feels sick and goes all pale. She yells, “Hey look! I've grrrown a tail! ” A boy who's standing next to her Screams, “Help! I think I'm grrrowing fur! ” Another shouts, “Vee look like frrreaks! There's viskers growing on our cheeks! ” A boy who vos extremely tall Cries out, “Vot's wrong? I'm grrrowing small! ” Four tiny legs begin to sprrrout From everybody rrround about. And all at vunce, all in a trrrice, There are no children! Only MICE! . Roald Dahl

People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people any more, they're just ssoul-less sheep. John Updike

I never said you had to like it. You have to accept it. No regret."- Clare Harding. E.M. Benton

I was seven, " she answered. "In my room, under the bed, I heard something like fingernails dragging across the floor. I got up the courage, hung my head over the side, and looked under."" You're never supposed to do that, " Mila gasped. "Seriously, don't you pay attention to the horror movies? Lani Brown

...Granny Weatherwax, who had walked nightly without fear in the bandit-haunted forests of the mountains all her life in the certain knowledge that the darkness held nothing more terrible than she was... Terry Pratchett

Oh Killian." Five immense cliffs rose up from the sea in marvelous grandeur. They were as tall and craggy and enormous as any mountains she'd seen in paintings. The layers of rock were varied in color and the radiant sunset playing against them only added to the enchantment of the location. She watched as waves crashed against the monumental stone walls. Leigh Ann Edwards

I don’t think I believe in any god, ” Merla said. “I think we make our own destiny. I think religion is superstition. Does that shock you?” Agata shook her head and smiled. “If the Goddess is kind, then she will allow you your doubts, and embrace believers and unbelievers alike. If she is not, then the witches are mistaken, and we should not be worshipping her anyway. Duncan Harper

I remember only images, snapshots burned into me, bleeding into each other until I no longer knew the order in which they had happen. Laure Eve

Tiffany found her mind filling up with an invisible gray mist, and in that thought there was nothing but grief. She could feel herself trying to push back time, but even the best witchcraft could not do that. Terry Pratchett

That's Third Thoughts for you. When a huge rock is going to land on your head, they're the thoughts that think: Is that an igneous rock, such as granite, or is it sandstone? Terry Pratchett

Frustration fills his golden eyes. "What Queen? Who is coming?"" The living myth, " I whisper. "Dreams made flesh." His shock is replaced instantly by a fierce hunger. "You're sure?" The room is a swirling mist. He's the only thing still in sharp focus. He's the only thing I need. "I saw her in the tangled web, Daemon. I saw her. Anne Bishop

Bug? You sack of sweat stink. I've got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you're better than me? Poop ice cream cones, do you? Call me a bug! Rachel, let me do him now. Kim Harrison