Witch 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

“Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?”
― Robert Eggers, The Witch

“The familiar male's gaze snagged on her. "What's her business here?"
Nesta gave him a secretive smile. "Witchcraft.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames

“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

“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

“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

“I think sometimes she unfolds her losses and stares at them, in the dark”
― Susan Fletcher, Corrag

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

“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

“Professor Hex looked on the city of Amarillo and raised her arms. “In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God to a city of Galilee named Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David. And the virgin's name was Mary. And he came to her and said, “Greetings, O favored one, the Lord is with you!” But she was greatly troubled at the saying, and tried to discern what sort of greeting this might be. And the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God.” Professor Hex laughed. “Oh my dear, dear men, you are the new Mary.” As she recited these words, the city lights illuminated her face, revealing a disturbing grin that hinted at mischief and maybe even malevolence. A sinister laugh came from the depths of her pain. “You've been impregnated by the Holy Spirit!” Her words took on a mocking tone, the resonance of her laughter cutting through the night. “You will now know what it is like to be forced to carry a child by God!”
― Melanie Sovran Wolfe, Professor Hex vs. Texas Men: Where Women's Rights and Revenge Fantasy Meet

“I love you," she whispered the words like a delicate petal falling upon a river, knowing full well, that the river could devour her. His lips found their place upon her neck. "I adore you, more," he competed.”
― Melanie Sovran Wolfe, Professor Hex vs. Texas Men: Where Women's Rights and Revenge Fantasy Meet

“As Zeke chatted about his favorite color and the beauty of the world around them, Professor Hex’s hardened heart melted with each step. The bond between them began to take root, nurtured by the simple joy of sharing a walk in the park and the enchanting wonder of a child's imagination.”
― Melanie Sovran Wolfe, Professor Hex vs. Texas Men: Where Women's Rights and Revenge Fantasy Meet

“Es primavera, pensaba Cecy. Esta noche estaré en todas las cosas vivas del mundo.”
― Ray Bradbury, The April Witch

“Estar en este cuerpo, esta cabeza, era como calentarse en una estufa, vivir en el ronroneo de un gato dormido, dejarse llevar por las tibias aguas de un arroyo que corría de noche hacia el mar.”
― Ray Bradbury, The April Witch

“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

“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

“Sky ABOVE Me
Earth BELOW Me
Fire WITHIN Me”
― unknown author

“I couldn't fall in love with someone who didn't know I was a witch. I think it would hurt too much.”
― Sangu Mandanna, The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches

“Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic.”
― Albus Dumbledore/J.K. Rowling

“El borbolleig de l'aigua recorrent la meva pell, el ball rítmic del corrent entrellaçant-se en els meus cabells, la claror del sol ballant entre les fulles dels arbres, tan llunyanes que semblen estels. Una música, mística i relaxant, tan integrada en el somni, que em convenç que és el so de la natura. Tan sincera, que no pertorba el cant dels ocells, sinó que l'acompanya. I en aquest paratge d'ensomni, aquí en mig, em trobo jo. Estirada cap per amunt, contemplant les copes dels arbres, abraçada pel riu, amb els cabells com els d'una sirena i la roba d'una fada. Conscient que és un somni, però sense la necessitat d'alterar-lo, conscient que és un somni, però segura que és important. He experimentat somnis de tota mena, però mai he sigut conscient d'estar-ne en un. He experimentat somnis de tota mena, però mai he sigut tant conscient com en aquest; mai he sentit tant com aquest.”
― JUDIT VARELA MARTÍNEZ, BITERNA

“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

“Va mirar cap endavant, i observant la magnificència del bosc, va abraçar l'aire amb els braços i va acaronar la pluja amb les mans. Per fi era lliure, de cos i ànima, una llibertat única, inigualable; una llibertat que, no es deixaria arravatar.”
― JUDIT VARELA MARTÍNEZ, BITERNA

“The point in having it [power]... is that you care enough not to abuse it. -Gray”
― Harper L. Woods

“A veces, la vida separa lo que el destino une.”
― Elisabetta Gnone, Non Chiudere Gli Occhi

“The very fact of being a witch wasn't too impressive in Craw Valley; it was well known but rarely acknowledged that some in the community could get rid of warts with the touch of a hand, or blow out the fire in a burn. But the Bucks were notorious for their special talents and ability to perform powerful mountain magic, and Lee was next in their illustrious line.”
― Alli Dyer, Strange Folk

“As Meredith walked home through the trees, she noticed how her filter on the world had changed. There were slightly different colors, different smells, an altered feeling. The darkness radiated gem-like hues, and she could smell each part of the forest down to the sweet, earthy beetle shells and musky tree nuts. She felt grounded with a good dirt--- the best, most-fertile soil. Solid, clear, awake. Rooted to the earth. The opposite of her old, hazy self.”
― Alli Dyer, Strange Folk

“She knew of a flower that grew in the clearing where she performed her rituals. It was the darkest green, so dark that it appeared black to most. She'd never seen it anywhere else, nor could she ever identify it using her numerous botany books. Her grandmother believed it grew out of the ashes of their words and intentions, that their work seeded and fertilized the blooms. If anything could offer transcendence in digestible form, it would be this.”
― Alli Dyer, Strange Folk