Quotes About Power

What about you?" inquired Lobosch. "You're not afraid, are you, Krabat?" "More than you guess," said Krabat. "And not for myself alone." Otfried Preussler, The Satanic Mill

Goblins burrowed in the earth, elves sang songs in the trees: those were the obvious wonders of reading, but behind them lay the fundamental marvel that, in stories, words could command things to be. Francis Spufford, The Child That Books Built

Men are always on the side of power. Even the Dark Fairy had to learn that. They will always betray us for power, so why shouldn't we do the same? If only it didn't make our hearts so cold.

But they woke him with words, their cruel, bright weapons. T. H. White, The Book of Merlin

Humans so liked to choose the wrong men as their leaders.

Words are immortal – until someone comes along and burns them.

Words weighed light, light as a feather, even the most important of them.

but she did nothing to make her face prettier, since it was her opinion that beautiful women might be desired but were never respected, certainly not feared.

What a terrible weapon love could be. Was any knife sharper?

This is the hour of pride and power, talon and tush and claw.

Hat meine Schwester dir gesagt, dass jeder Mensch, der meinen Namen ausspricht, des Todes ist?

Piper, beware, your end is near, The Adder's power dwindles. He writhes, he goes in mortal fear, Nothing his strength rekindles. Though you seek the Jay in country and town, No sword can wound him, no hound run him down, And when you think you'll succeed in your quest, You find that the bird has flown the nest.

The girl and the book?" Mo held Meggie close again. "Of course. Now Capricorn can be sure I'll do what he wants.

We make for your sake such things as stand fast, Through the ages these pages forever will last. On blank paper the printer sets down what is heard Giving life to what's rife with the power of the word. Michael Kongehl, 'On the White Art', Die Weisse und die Schwarze Kunst

Por ansiar tanto pela proteção dele, talvez a mãe tenha confundido a fúria sanguinária com autoridade, e a brutalidade com força.

He's going to serve you up to the Adderhead on a platter made of ink. Resist it! It's not a pleasant feeling to read the words that guide your actions. No one knows that better than I do, but they didn't come true for me either. They only have as much power as you give them.

But we'd need words for that, exactly the right words, because only the right words unlock the doors between worlds.

All words are written in the same ink, 'flower' and 'power', say, are much the same, and though I might write 'blood, blood, blood' all over the page the paper would not be stained nor would I bleed. Philippe Jacottet, 'Chant d'en bas

White as snow, red as blood, black as ebony.... White, Red, and Black, He said, wiping the blade clean on his sleeve. Snow white colors. That's what my brother use to call them. He liked that story a lot. But who would have thought they had such power.

Resa stroked the dried flower-heads. 'They obey you,' she said to the Prince, when the women had gone again. 'Why?' 'Oh, because they've chosen me as their leader,' replied the Prince. 'And because I'm a very good knife-thrower.

We roared. We were one big animal throat, roaring.

For hundreds of years, the human race has dreamt of a world where knowledge could be shared universally, where every human being on the planet could have access to our storehouse of knowledge. Because knowledge is power, and shared knowledge is a superpower. Now, after centuries, we have it within our grasp to realize one of our most beautiful dreams.

What the fuck do we need money for? So long as you keep on pretending that money is anything but a consensus hallucination induced by the ruling elite to convince you to let them hoard the best stuff, you're never going to make a difference. Steve, the problem isn't that people spend their money the wrong way, or that the wrong people have money. The problem is money. Money only works if there isn't enough to go around—

think that the tragedy of human existence is our world is run by people who are really good at kidding themselves, like your father. Your dad manages to kid himself that he's rich and powerful because he's the cream and has risen to the top. But he's not stupid. He knows he's kidding himself. So underneath that top layer of bullshit is another, more aware belief system: the belief that everyone else would kid themselves the same way he does, if they had the chance.