Witches Quotes

“Women enjoy a different history of madness. From witchcraft to hysteria we're just bad news. We know that women were condemned as witches because they were mentally unstable but no one has considered the numbers - even few as they might be - of women who were stoned to death for being bright. That I havent wound up chained to a cellar wall or burned at the stake is not a testament to our ascending civility but to our ascending skepticism. If we still believed in witches we'd still be burning them.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Stella Maris

“They didn’t need proof. All a woman had to be was alive. Just being a woman was, in the church’s eyes, evil.”
“But there must’ve been a reason,” said Gabri.
“Is there a reason gay, lesbian, and transgender people are attacked?” asked Ruth. “Is there a reason Black men are shot? Is there a reason women are raped, abused, refused abortions, groomed and sold as sex slaves?”
“Murdered,” said Myrna, looking at the bouquet of white roses on the kitchen island.”
― Louise Penny, A World of Curiosities

“Because they said she was a witch, and that just means she annoyed a man at some stage.”
― Sibéal Pounder, Tinsel: The Girls Who Invented Christmas

“Bullshit,
as you
Americans
say."
"He's Irish."
"The Irish say bullshit too.”
― Kevin Hearne, Hexed

“I search his eyes. He searches mine. I guess he found what he was looking for. His face lit up like a candle in the darkness.”
― Luna. J, God Bless You Devil Kiss You

“All the witches in stories know things by their true names, don't they?”
― Caroline O'Donoghue, All Our Hidden Gifts

“Throughout history, witches have been the stand-ins for all people who have felt 'outside' or 'different.' I say, fuck it -- go outside, be different, be so different they have to loosen their grip on the world because you are proof there is so much beyond them. Live fully, feel it all without apology, be weird and powerful and amazing. Because ultimately, that is who this book was written for--the wild witches that no man (and no system) could ever begin to contain.

In closing, I would like to remind you that it's always good day to hex the patriarchy.”
― Cherie Dimaline, VenCo

“Bewitched. Everything she knew about witches came from books, and none of it was good. The witch who ate Hansel and Gretel, for instance. The three witches in Macbeth, raising the wind and the seas. But what about the witch in "The Robber Bridegroom"? She had helped the heroine escape.”
― Emilia Hart, Weyward

“Out of anyone, Ashe was more aware of the rules in place in the hidden world.
As a half-demon, Ashe knew how harsh the hidden world could be towards beings the WWC considered ‘inferior’. The bigotry and ignorance perpetuated by the hidden world’s institutions against half-demons was partly the reason Clover had chosen to become a lawyer and defend those weaker than her. She wanted to be there for Ashe, to protect him from a world which wanted nothing more than to classify him as dangerous and ban him from using craft or being a part of the hidden world.
The WWC prided itself as being a righteous institution, yet it disrespected any being that wasn’t entirely a witch. It had only begun accepting witches and wizards born to human ancestry about two centuries prior, but it still had miles to go before being entirely open to half breeds like kitsunes and other sentient demons.
Ashe knew the rules and their cost.
Yet, he didn’t hesitate to break them.”
― Myosotis, Bloodlines and Shrines

“Perhaps if my mother had been a witch like me with powers of her own, she would have taken me under her wing and guided me on my singular path. But she did not, and I was left to discover what made me different on my own, stumbling and groping along.”
― Hester Fox, A Lullaby for Witches

“Strange faces were here. More than just the bits and pieces stolen from nature that adorned the fae in colors and wings and fangs, but things that gave me the chills. Things that didn't feel like fae, more than one feral grin in a pack of men who howled and growled, a bloodless face with more intense fangs than I had seen on any of my people so far, a woman who smelled for all the world like a human but maintained an aura of magic pressure that was anything but.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“I sometimes feel the weight of previous lives, especially when I’m reading the tarot. It’s as if other eyes are seeing through mine, and passing their knowledge on to me.”
― TJ Green

“I do it because... because this life chews people like us up and spits them right back out again. Because I have never asked for anything more than the safety of my brother and sister, yet all we get is tolerance at best and downright hatred at worst. I've watched my family crumble and not been able to do anything about it. People don't think of us as being human. They don't care if we live and live well as long as their needs are fulfilled.”
― Francesca May, Wild and Wicked Things

“You men always try to tell our story. You men always get it wrong.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, The Remaking

“But the feeling of victory doesn't last. Every second that's filled with anything other than grief leaves me unbearably guilty.”
― Isabel Sterling, These Witches Don't Burn

“Dude.
If that was a
Shakespearean quote
duel,
he just kicked your ass.”
― Kevin Hearne, Hexed

“Does your blood run blue or red?”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“The punishments meted out to the witches of North Berwick were recounted from generation to generation. Agnes Sampson, an elderly woman and a healer from Haddington, was the ringleader. She’d been kept in a scold’s bridle, a fearful instrument wrought of iron that enclosed the head. Four sharp blades penetrated the mouth of the witch to keep her quiet, and doubtless to ruin her tongue for a long time thereafter. In Agnes’ case, the bridle was chained to the wall of her cell, and therefore she was forced to endure countless days unable to speak, eat, or sleep, enduring the humiliation of opening her bowels or bladder without being able to attend to herself, and doubtless in a terrible amount of pain without a moment’s relief. After spending days thus, she confessed to raising the storm in partnership with the Devil, though I always thought that if I’d had to suffer days on end in a cell wearing such a monstrous instrument I’d have confessed to being Satan himself. No mercy was bestowed for Agnes’ confession, however – she was swiftly garrotted and burnt at the stake.”
― C J Cooke

“Who was I kidding? Curses don’t just evaporate, and I would need to deal with this sooner rather than later. I only hoped sooner meant not immediately.”
― Jennifer Allis Provost, Thornapple

“The finality of a person's life confounded the ego. How could a body and mind that walked, talked, and had brilliant, witty thoughts suddenly cease to be? How could a body shrug off its mortal coil and become common carrion simply because the blood stopped pumping through the veins? How could the mind and all its memories become mere wisps of nothingness floating in the ether because the spark of thought no longer flared bright inside the cranium? The mystery of human death was too grand to be regarded as anything less than sacred by those facing their own mortality.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Raven Spell

“...being a witch is extraordinary...we're part of the earth below us and the sky above us. Our veins echo the patterns of rivers and roots. There's sunlight and moonlight in our bones.
(The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches)”
― San Mandanna

“She wondered if every place in New Orleans had a secret garden, if every place was so witchy and beautiful. And for the first time, she was filled with an enormous pride for who she was--what she was, all of it. That pride filled the spaces between her bones so that it was impossible not to stand tall.

Anxiety makes everything feel very big or very small, depending on which is more hurtful in the moment. Being suddenly relived of anxiety in this moment gave her a clear understanding that this was the life she had been running towards. Not necessarily New Orleans, not a distant dot on a map, not a brand-new career, but a life full of secret gardens”
― Cherie Dimaline, VenCo

“It was then, as I hesitated, that the head stepped in and said, 'We don't want a witch hunt'.
I looked from one to another of them, and then back to her. Three very different women but in each of their faces I saw the same desire: the zeal of the witch-finders, their urge to burn them all.”
― Sally Hinchcliffe, Hare House

“It's not a simple matter. You can drain the water or grit the ice, or move the wall. It makes no difference in the end. It's just a bad spot here, and always has been. A crossroads. The place where they buried folk like suicides and murderers. Witches. Bury them at the crossroads so their spirits get confused and can't find their way home.”
― Sally Hinchcliffe, Hare House

“Back on the island my parents come from, every one’s a little brujita. Everyone has the potential to unearth their powers and trap a lover, create a child, heal the sick, end their enemies, and even transform their life. Not everyone taps into that knowing, but it is always there at their disposal. People understand that while some are sprinkled with a little magic, others are born with the don, with the gift, with the full force. It is what it is. My people believe deeply, even if they wear their Catholic cloak on a daily basis for safety. But when shit hits the fan — and shit always hits the fan — they turn to the soil, to the skies, and the leaders of the other side. But this isn’t the island. This is not a place with an open vein of magic. This is a place where an entire race has oppressed and sat above the rest. On this land, the blood- spills always bubble back up to the surface, and instead of cleaning it, the oppressors constantly cover it up with cement. Entonces dime, who here would believe my vision?”
― Lorraine Avila, The Making of Yolanda la Bruja

“Back on the island my parents come from, every one’s a little brujita. Everyone has the potential to unearth their powers and trap a lover, create a child, heal the sick, end their enemies, and even transform their life. Not everyone taps into that knowing, but it is always there at their disposal. People understand that while some are sprinkled with a little magic, others are born with the don, with the gift, with the full force. It is what it is. My people believe deeply, even if they wear their Catholic cloak on a daily basis for safety. But when shit hits the fan — and shit always hits the fan — they turn to the soil, to the skies, and the leaders of the other side.

But this isn’t the island. This is not a place with an open vein of magic. This is a place where an entire race has oppressed and sat above the rest. On this land, the blood- spills always bubble back up to the surface, and instead of cleaning it, the oppressors constantly cover it up with cement. Entonces dime, who here would believe my vision?”
― Lorraine Avila, The Making of Yolanda la Bruja

“Back on the island my parents come from, everyone’s a little brujita. Everyone has the potential to unearth their powers and trap a lover, create a child, heal the sick, end their enemies, and even transform their life. Not everyone taps into that knowing, but it is always there at their disposal. People understand that while some are sprinkled with a little magic, others are born with the don, with the gift, with the full force. It is what it is. My people believe deeply, even if they wear their Catholic cloak on a daily basis for safety. But when shit hits the fan — and shit always hits the fan — they turn to the soil, to the skies, and the leaders of the other side.

But this isn’t the island. This is not a place with an open vein of magic. This is a place where an entire race has oppressed and sat above the rest. On this land, the blood- spills always bubble back up to the surface, and instead of cleaning it, the oppressors constantly cover it up with cement. Entonces dime, who here would believe my vision?”
― Lorraine Avila, The Making of Yolanda la Bruja

“You are an insufferably wonderful reprieve from my darkness.”
― T. Inmnan

“You are an insufferably wonderful reprieve from my darkness.”
― T. Inman

“It would have been a lovely evening had it not been for the unfortunate circumstance of my death”
― T. Inman, From Within the Woods: