Witches Quotes

“But what happens when the girl keeps living, when she ages proudly and defiantly, without abandoning imagination, or stories, or that secret wish to find magic wherever it hides? Well, then the poets would call her a witch.”
― Sydney J. Shields, The Honey Witch

“I do not know where Kansas is, for I have never heard that country mentioned before. But tell me, is it a civilized country?"

"Oh, yes;" replied Dorothy.

"Then that accounts for it. In the civilized countries I believe there are no witches left; nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians. But, you see, the Land of Oz has never been civilized, for we are cut off from all the rest of the world. Therefore we still have witches and wizards amongst us.”
― L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

“Moundshroud led the Team down on their brooms over the farms where witches dropped frogs in cauldrons and stomped toads and snuffed mummy dust and cavorted in cackles.

"But, stop and think. What does the word 'witch' truly mean?"

"Why--" said Tom, and was stymied.

"Wits," said Moundshroud. "Intelligence. That's all it means. Knowledge. So any man, or woman, with half a brain and with inclinations toward learning had his wits about him, eh? And so, anyone too smart, who didn't watch out, was called--"

"A witch!" said everyone.”
― Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree

“The island and its women loom large in the dreams of local folks, who sometimes wake up sweating from visions of witches in black (though the island women never wore black) or of crows watchful in treetops, or of swamp streams bubbling up through the floorboards of their houses. It is said the island, where healing waters percolate to the surface, was a place where women shared one another's dreams, a place where women did what they wanted.”
― Bonnie Jo Campbell, The Waters

“If the moor wind ever sings, you mustn’t listen, not with all of your ears. Use only the edges. Listen the way you’d look out the corners of your eyes. The wind is lonely, love, and always looking for company.”
― V.E. Schwab

“Now, my spiders and I endlessly weave the lace that adorns the trees without ever being disturbed, and the spiders whisper to those who stare at the trees: don't go into the woods, don't go into the woods. The sorceress's eyes are pretty, but dead.”
― Signe Maene, Flemish Folktales Retold: 36 Illustrated Folktales from Flanders

“Every self-respecting witch had a few battle scars.”
― Genoveva Dimova, Foul Days

“Whitwick Gates was nothing more than a skeleton of what it once had been. Its bones were stripped of flesh long ago by battles fought and lost, and the dead long buried and forgotten. It was a war that never ended but was fed often enough for it to quiet and allow the town to rebuild once again.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Seven Year Crow

“The world around her slowed, then blasted apart with darkness. She was in the darkness; she was its master. It plunged the entryway into a night so thick it was suffocating. Taesia's whole body shook as it scraped against the boundaries of her control, demanding more, demanding everything from her. In the shadows, she was beyond death and life - she was the breath tentatively connecting them. Delicate as gossamer. More powerful than crowns or wars or blade. Unseen, patient, devastating.”
― Tara Sim, The City of Dusk

“Il vero amore non avrebbe mai dovuto sottrarre nulla all’esistenza di una persona, solo arricchirla.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Kingdom of the Cursed

“Vanessa is amazed at how much she misses her. But as soon as she considers forgiving her, what Linnéa did comes back to her and the old anger erupts again.

It's all so awful. To be without Linnéa is as impossible as to forgive her.”
― Mats Strandberg, Eld

“Because we are the Chosen Ones,' Vanessa says and smiles. 'And who the fuck are you?”
― Mats Strandberg, Eld

“James looks like he's waiting to mug old ladies, which of course is one way of looking at a witch trial.”
― Marion Gibson, Witchcraft: A History in Thirteen Trials

“As with later witch trials, like the ones in Salem, flexing normal court processes in response to a powerful authority can lead to mass injustice...”
― Marion Gibson, Witchcraft: A History in Thirteen Trials

“Witch trials were not just misogynist festivals of torture and hatred; they also directly facilitated the building of empire.”
― Marion Gibson, Witchcraft: A History in Thirteen Trials

“Witch. The word slithers from the mouth like a serpent, drips from the tongue as thick and black as far. (..) For this was a word invented by men, a word that brings power to those who speak it, not those it describes. A word that builds gallows and pyres, turns breathing women into corpses.”
― Emilia Hart, Weyward

“I am protected by energy you are not prepared
to deal with”
― unknown author

“Whenever you form an objective in your mind, then fuel it with willpower, you’re doing magick.”
― Skye Alexander , The Modern Guide to Witchcraft: Your Complete Guide to Witches, Covens, and Spells

“Els sacerdots unten a les persones amb olis consagrats, fan servir l'aigua com a element purificador, encenen espelmes per fer peticions i netegen les esglésies amb encens. Quina diferència hi ha amb el que fem nosaltres? És pecat perquè no estem tocades per la gràcia de Déu, o simplement perquè desafiem l'ordre establert?”
― JUDIT VARELA MARTÍNEZ, BITERNA

“— Parleu de malaltia, encara que sigui de manera metafòrica [...]. Però al final del dia és part de qui sou. Voleu la meva opinió? Bé, doncs, jo començaria per canviar la paraula que feu servir, i buscaria una solució que no consistís a esborrar part de qui sou.”
― JUDIT VARELA MARTÍNEZ, BITERNA

“»Però realment voleu renunciar a qui sou? Sé que aquesta herència té els seus punts febles, però també en te molts de positius. Aprecieu detalls que passen inadvertits per altres, podeu ser capaces de sentir sensacions úniques vívidament, alterar a voluntat el vostre entorn, i se us retorna el poder que la societat li ha pres a les dones.
»I si bé us han fet creure tota la vida que és un do de pocs, penseu que hi ha qui diu que tots tenim aquestes habilitats, només que uns tenen més facilitat que altres per aprendre-les. És com tirar amb arc, o brandar una espasa. Per més que hagin dit tota la vida que una dona no pot fer-ho, no és veritat que no la pugui subjectar amb les mans, ni fer-la anar en combat si pràctica. Així que encara amb més motiu, deixareu escapar aquesta facilitat que us dona avantatge en la vida? Ja us han pres prou poder, deixareu escapar el que ara se us dona?”
― JUDIT VARELA MARTÍNEZ, BITERNA

“He scooped the girl up in his arms. The feminine scent of her delicious blood hung thick in the air. He could tell from her smell that she was the same girl he had met seventeen years ago. For the first time in all these years, his burning sensation, his thirst, calmed down.”
― Dharini Patel, Frost Love

“I want you for you, the sound of your voice, the turn of your mouth, the fall of your hair, the storm in your eyes - my good witch, there isn’t a single thing about you that I don’t find superior in every way, and it confounds me that a woman of your caliber, your intelligence, your aptitude, hasn’t figured that out already on her own. It is because of those things that I find your blood appealing. Didn’t the way we ended last night tell you this already? Your kiss was all I needed. It was never my intent to create another mystery for you.”
― S.L. Prater, Coven of Ill Repute

“They sculpted me from shadows, bone, and the very essence of power.
I am no mere being. I am a god.”
― Avelyn Mae , Defying the King: A Vampire Paranormal Romance

“It all makes you wonder what you would've done had you been kicking around back then. If a teen girl, would you have followed the herd? If the mother of eight dead babies like Ann Putnam Sr., would you have given yourself a few hard bruises and then gleefully joined in the accusing because what else could explain your misfortunes? If you were a judge and "It" Puritan Cotton Mather, would you have ridden all the way out from Cambridge to see for yourself just what in the heck was going on in Salem Village? Would you have allowed into evidence proof from both this world and the invisible one into which only the purest heart can see?”
― Quan Barry, We Ride Upon Sticks

“On peut pardonner à toute femme ses flirts d’adolescence irréfléchis. Quand on a dix-huit ans, on peut considérer un petit ami de vingt-quatre ans comme un signe de prestige, et non comme un sale type qui fréquente des adolescentes parce qu’elles sont plus malléables que les femmes de son âge.”
― Juno Dawson, The Royal Coven (Tome 1)

“La plupart des adultes de son entourage étaient encore en train de résoudre tant bien que mal leurs propres énigmes personnelles. Elle trouvait un peu excessif d’exiger de Theo que tout soit en ordre dans sa vie à quinze ans simplement parce qu’elle était trans. De l’avis de Niamh, l’utilisation de pronoms différents ne faisait pas la moindre p*tain de différence pour une seule âme dans ce monde à l’exception de Theo. Et pour elle, ça semblait signifier énormément.”
― Juno Dawson, The Royal Coven (Tome 1)

“Ally Pyx is a writer from Tijuana, México. A place for brave people who are full of passion. To survive these lands, you must live beyond the heart. And this author is an expert at that.
Ally can navigate the most fantastic universes, while depicting the most human emotions. A beautiful portrait of our inner self through magic and unexplored worlds. She has many talents that identify her as a visual artist, writer, photographer, journalist and creative director. And is always urging us to open our hearts, senses and spirits.
Because above all, Ally’s mission is to connect with something deep. And to show how the world looks through her eyes.”
-Paul Martín del Campo.”
― Ally Pyx, The Omen Coven: Fiery Heart

“By gor’, that’s a bloody enormous cat.”
“It’s a lion,” said Granny Weatherwax, looking at the stuffed head over the fireplace.
“Must’ve hit the wall at a hell of a speed, whatever it was,” said Nanny Ogg
“Someone killed it,” said Granny Weatherwax, surveying the room.
“Should think so,” said Nanny, “If I’d seen something like that eatin’ its way through the wall I’d of hit it myself”
― Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad

“It was a fairy moon. Pearlescent, glowing, and hanging low in the sky---cit was the kind of moon that spelled mischief and delight. Dina stood at the edge of the north field, where the fire was already burning. It had all been arranged by Nour, a kind of witchy wedding gift. Dina inhaled the midnight air, sweet and smoky. Her mother was silhouetted by the fire, loosening her hair from the updo she'd styled it in for the evening. Dina would be like her mother tonight: untamable, wild.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Best Hex Ever