Witches Quotes

She was not the still quiet type. Aphrodites never are.

I spent most of my life believing there would never be a Prince Charming out there for me. Kissing toads can have that effect on a girl.

Lasher, ’ she said, ‘for the wind which you send that lashes the grasslands, for the wind that lashes the leaves from the trees.

This was one of those times that a pint just wouldn't cut it.

Gossiping's part of witchcraft, ' said Tiffany. 'They're checking to see if they've gone batty yet.

Och, my potion is boiling. I need to say good night and keep an eye on the pot. Ye canna overboil newt's eyeballs.

The world he thought he knew had become an odd thing, twisting time and purpose. But it had remained an unfair universe in the end.

A miracle came in the form of a doctor whom her mother knew. He put her in a roasting pan and placed her above a fire to keep her warm.

At last the magic caught, and she managed to vault clumsily onto it before it trundled into the night sky as gracefully as a duck with one wing missing.

We got the spell exactly right. Except for the ingredients. And most of the poetry. And it probably wasn’t the right time. And Gytha took most of it home for the cat, which couldn’t of been proper.

We ain’t going to curse anyone, ” said Granny firmly. “It hardly ever works if they don’t know you’ve done it.

I'm not a lady, I'm a witch.

Even the pious Scots, locked throughout history in a long-drawn-out battle with their arch-enemies the Scots, managed a few burnings to while away the long winter evenings.

The English, by and large, being a crass and indolent race, were not as keen on burning women as other countries in Europe.

Are ya tryin' to kill me, Maggie?" Declan bit the words out and his fingers dug deeper into her hips. "Are ya wantin' to see a grown man beg?

Me father always said if ya can find a lass who's brilliant in the kitchen and in the bed ya best not let her go.

You might be a fairy tale leprechaun man but at the heart of it you're still a man who won't talk about anything.

Scaoileadh Me.... 'Release me.' That was what he said. No doubt about it. It was in Gaelic, but that was what the voice said. Holy. Crap.

I'll not be lyin' if I tell ya that I fancy ya a bit myself." "The fancy feelings are mutual." A grin curved her lips right before Declan pressed a kiss to them.

I am Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool.

Of course ya love me. I'm very loveable.

I may not survive, " Roderick said, resting his hand on the small of her back, "if I wait any longer to kiss you.

Salem is in part a story of what happens when a set of unanswerable questions meets a set of unquestioned answers.

You don't need none of that, " she said. "You need headology.

Wrong kind of witch." - Manon Blackbeak

Why is it every time a madman's prayers are answered, a witch burns?

Jesus, Jess, it would be nice if you stayed out of life-and-death scenarios for five minutes.

He fawns over ye like flies to a dung pile.

If you really want to know me, I said, we'll have to start with the witches.

He comes with those in his employ, to watch, gathering evidence and confession. His success speaks of a countryside rife with evil, an intemperate plague of witches . . .

They come with cold bones in heavy boots. See how they tremble. The folly of man . . .

You'd claim me?" he asked, hopeful but cautious.She nodded once. "Because I'd never set a monster like you loose in the world.

You couldn't escape the pointy hat, though. There was nothing magical about a pointy hat except that it said that the woman underneath it was a witch. People paid attention to a pointy hat.

Hello, Lady Witch, " he said, breaking into a brazen grin. "Sorry to see you're laid up again.""Occupational hazard, " Lily mumbled...

Why use a sledgehammer when a butterfly net will suffice?

But anyone with witch-blood in their veins was worth keeping an eye on.Or Thirteen.

At the sight of Day, her whole face lit up. "Mikhail! You came! Barbara said you would, but that we might have to wait for hell to freeze over first. Did it?

My brother, are you aware that you are presently taking the form of a rather large and distinctly emerald-hued bear? Not that it isn't an improvement on your usual excessive good lucks, but...

I should tell you something about what happens after I play.""What's that?"He pulled her back into his arms. "I get excited...

Legends had been written about less.

She pushed his massive chest, which was as effective as if she pushed granite. "What are you made of, bloody stone?" He chuckled, eyes full of mirth. "Sometimes.

Death is but a doorway to another path.

Girls, you listen to every word your mamma is saying, cause the only way you'll ever get a better piece of chicken is if you're a rooster.

She was a good witch and a decent person, but decent people aren’t always easy to live with.

She ran her hand over his head then gripped his hair. "More licking. Less talking.

You don't pity a warrior for her scars, because scars are proof of survival and victory.

There are things that defy logic. Things that speak to the instinctual fear cloaked by our conscious minds.

Had her ordeal addled her mind? She was on a horse with a wild Highlander going God knew where with men even he did not trust and yet she found it thrilling!

Wrong. This was wrong. A list of words raced through his head. Apostate, heretic, pagan.Witch.

Maybe next time you'll take me up on dinner." "I doubt it, Mr. Holbrook. I'm pretty sure hell will freeze over first." Again he smiled. "Well, that may be happening sooner than you think, my dear.