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When she had arranged her household affairs, she came to the library and bade me follow her. Then, with the mirror still swinging against her knees, she led me through the garden and the wilderness down to a misty wood. It being autumn, the trees were tinted gloriously in dusky bars of colouring. The rowan, with his amber leaves and scarlet berries, stood before the brown black-spotted sycamore; the silver beech flaunted his golden coins against my poverty; firs, green and fawn-hued, slumbered in hazy gossamer. No bird carolled, although the sun was hot. Marina noted the absence of sound, and without prelude of any kind began to sing from the ballad of the Witch Mother: about the nine enchanted knots, and the trouble-comb in the lady's knotted hair, and the master-kid that ran beneath her couch. Every drop of my blood froze in dread, for whilst she sang her face took on the majesty of one who traffics with infernal powers. As the shade of the trees fell over her, and we passed intermittently out of the light, I saw that her eyes glittered like rings of sapphires. ("The Basilisk")

When the entire town was within my grasp, I sank a pulse into every life-force. The Witch of Old Grove Road had returned, and now all of Cedar Creek knew it.

When the time comes, don’t be afraid to open the door, just make sure you choose the right one.

When you embrace a sacred relationship with your inner witch, you awaken within you qualities of the elements and forces of nature. This is the discovery and the connection of your powerful self.

When you start to notice the mystical, the mystical will start to notice you.

When you were pulled out the way of the car, you were physically saved, but you spiritually died. You are displaced, Juliet. Your soul is in the Otherworld but your body is here.

Why are you helping me?” Maximillion blinked, drawing in a deep breath. He let it out. “Because it’s the right thing to do. There, your question is answered.

Who the hell are you?" "I'm the witch's apprentice. Who the hell are you?

Where got she her sullen mouth And where her swaying form? Would she live on eggs and apples When the blood of men is warm? (“The Young Witch”)

While Grandma Welker didn't come right out and accuse Katie of being a witch, or something worse, it was easy to see that she wasn't comfortable around her.

Why do you two have swords?" "Yes," Day asked. "Why do we?" He headed toward the door without waiting for the answer. "There is a gigantic beast rising from the lake and coming toward the hut," Gregori said, as if he'd just told them the neighbors were coming for breakfast. "We should probably stop it before it gets here.

Witchcraft can be seen as an art accomplished through the action of a set of three simple principles, namely: orientation, presence and imperative. These are the three phases which together create a mythic topography of witchcraft. Without these we have only the broken spars of folklore, misreadings of Christian apocrypha, and blind impulse. This is my narrow path into the dark wood.

Witchcraft is a way of looking at the physical and spiritual as a collaborative source of manifestation. Witches are in tune with themselves and in alignment with their inner forces of nature.

Witches seek the sacred knowledge the rest of the world has already forgotten.

Witch-heart, are you gold or black?

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Witchcraft is an empowering practice that any person can learn, cultivate, and personalize. It is all about stepping outside of our mundane world and choosing to take on a perspective of mysticism and reverence for nature, life, and the energetic forces of this world. But what makes witch-craft simply intoxicating is that it’s about appreciating the world around us. It’s not just about what we can see; it’s about everything in between. It is the love for spirits, messages, other-worldliness, unexplainable things, mysterious connections, and the universal system of checks and balances. That is witchcraft,

Witches do not need to fix problems. Witches fix the enegery AROUND problems. Then the problems fix themselves.

Witches escape to the forest to listen to the whispers of nature itself...

Witches work with the truth of the Earth itself.

Witchcraft is, in essence, Goddess Worship.

Witchcraft involves being willing to understand and embrace your true self. It is about exploring your light and learning to celebrate your darkness.

Witchcraft is about taking the raw, beautiful, and powerful forces of our world and using them to create change.

Witchcraft is an intellectual pursuit, resulting in a spiritual and physical reaction.

Witchcraft offers us the connection we need to be more than desperately criss-crossing the wasteland and perilously low on gas. In a real sense we have become severed from connections, overwritten, cut-up, lost in a globalised symbol set that provides no meaning beyond a message to consume.

Witches are liberated from their own fears and limited thinking. In turn, their presence has the power to liberate and consciously expand others.

Witches listen to the secrets of the Earth, work in harmony with the powers of the moon and understand the longings of the human soul.

Witch," said Sarah Brown, "I have got to say something." "Oh, have you?" said the witch, a little disappointed at being interrupted. "Oh, well, I can sympathise, I know what that feels like. Get on and say it." The Dog David, who was really a good and attentive son to Sarah Brown, came and laid his chin, with an exaggerated look of interest, on her knee-cap. "Is it any use," said Sarah Brown, "fighting against the Habits in the world, there are so many. Who set these strange and senseless deceivers at large? Religion which has forgotten ecstasy.... Law which has forgotten justice.... Charity which has forgotten love.... Surely magic has suffered at the stake for saner ideals than these?" "Why, of course," said the witch impatiently. "Magic generally suffered because it was so sane. I thought everybody knew that." "All habits. All habits," chanted Sarah Brown. "What is this Charity, this clinking of money between strangers, and when did Charity cease to be a comforting and secret thing between one friend and another? Does Love make her voice heard through a committee, does Love employ an almoner to convey her message to her neighbour?" "Not that I know of," sighed the witch. "Sarah Brown, how long do you want me to keep quiet, while you say things that everybody surely knows?" ~ from Chapter IV 'The Forbidden Sandwich' of 'Living Alone' by Stella Benson, published 1919.

Witches release the chapters of the past, which invites the novels of the future.

Without time as a reference, the mind sits idly by and wanders into the ways of dark imaginings and evil works ~Hecate

Witchcraft is a path of personal freedom.

Witchcraft is a way of looking at the physical and spiritual as a collaborative source of manifestation.

W-what are you?" Selena looked down at her rival. "What you should have been and never were. The Queen of the Witches.

Yeah, cause that would be a smart choice. So, I should just forget about the whole lying to me thing when you pronounce you will never do it again?” “Yes.” “You’d have a better chance getting a donkey to shit gold.

Yeah, but a hellbender never dies. You ever see a dead one?

You are the best!" He smiled. "Remember this always, and we will have no more problems between us in the future.

You are the most powerful tool in your life. Use your energy, your thoughts and your magick wisely!

You are stronger than the tide.

You cannot know what it is to say farewell to the one you love more than life.

You belong with us, the lost of the lost, the tribe without a home, a tribe of orphans living our abandoned lives amid toys and trinkets, stuffed monkeys and bears. You’re one of us now—the Tribe of the Teddy Bear.” From Tribe of the Teddy Bear

You disappoint me, Cassandra. Your legends paint you differently," Daemon said softly, his voice thick with malevolence. "I'm a Priestess serving at this Altar," she said, working to keep her voice steady. "You're mistaken, if you think--" He laughed softly. She stepped back from the sound and found herself pressed against the counter. "Do you think I can't tell the difference between a Priestess and a Queen? And the Jewels, my dear, name you for what you are." She bent her head slightly in acknowledgment. "So I'm Cassandra. What do you want, Prince?

You can't come in." Luna Morgan met her daughter's plaintive gaze with a blank one of her own. "What do you mean we can't come in?" "I have a guest," Ivy said. "Is he naked?" Max asked, wrinkling his nose. "Who?" "Your guest," Max said. "It's not a man," Ivy said, rolling her eyes. "Get your mind out of the gutter.

You might even say their bark is as bad as their bite.

You know about witches, wizards. You can envision dragons, even if you presently think you are above believing in them. You doubt magic, but you have a word for it. Isn't that a strangeness that wears at you? All these things that you know all about, but you think you are above. Did you used to be able to shape the spell children use to find lost things in the grass? Did you always know to look at the sky, at stars, when you make your wishes? Who taught you the things your soul has always known?

You're a witch. Don't you think Bible quotes are a bit hypocritical?

You say wicked like it's a bad thing.

You're murderers," she told the stunned crowd. "You killed him. He was a miracle, and you killed him. Now you've just got me. And I'm a curse.

You're not going to answer, are you?" Jaenelle asked after a minute of teeth-grinding silence. "No." "Don't you know the answer?" "Whether I know the answer or not is beside the point. It's not something a man discusses with a young girl." "But you know the answer." Daemon growled.

You see, a witch has to have a familiar, some little animal like a cat or a toad. He helps her somehow. When the witch dies the familiar is suppose to die too, but sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes, if it's absorbed enough magic, it lives on. Maybe this toad found its way south from Salem, from the days when Cotton Mather was hanging witches. Or maybe Lafitte had a Creole girl who called on the Black Man in the pirate-haven of Barataria. The Gulf is full of ghosts and memories, and one of those ghosts might very well be that of a woman with warlock blood who'd come from Europe a long time ago, and died on the new continent. And possibly her familiar didn't know the way home. There's not much room for magic in America now, but once there was room. ("Before I Wake...")

You’re so seventeenth century.