Quotes About Power

Lies. Mab cannot change who you are.

Thomas barked out a laugh. There are seven of us against the Red King and his thirteen most powerful nobles, and it's going well? Mouse sneezed. Eight, Thomas corrected himself. He rolled his eyes and said, And the psycho death faerie makes it nine. It is like movie, Sanya said, nodding. Dibs on Legolas.

Go back," he said. "Can't. Stand aside?" "Can't." "So it's like that?" I said. Fix exhaled. Then he nodded. "Yeah." And for the first time in a decade the Winter Knight and Summer Knight went to war.

And suddenly a shaft of blinding silver-white light three feet long sprang from the broken hilt of Fidelacchius and shone in the first golden light of that day's dawn, humming with the full power of the Sword, only louder now, more melodic, and physically audible.

Magic. It can get a guy killed.

I'm a wizard. That means I have power, and power and responsibility go hand in hand.

The world might be vicious and treacherous and deadly, but it couldn't kill laughter. Laughter, like love, has power to survive the worst things life has to offer. And to do it with style.

Children have their own kind of power. When you're teaching them, protecting them, you are more than you thought you could be. More understanding, more patient, more capable, more wise.

He stared at me. "Wh-what did you say?" "A stuffed animal, man!" I roared at him. "Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!

Thomas grunted. Might have been smarter for them to have left you alone. Now you know something. I made an exasperated sound. Yes. Those fools. By trying to kill me, they've revealed their very souls. I have them now. Thomas gave me a steady look. Being Mab's bitch has made you a pessimist. I am not a pessimist, I said loftily. Though that can't last. That made Thomas grin. Nice. Thank you.

I felt my face stretch in a victorious smile. The potion had worked. I was inside. I had to suppress an urge to break into a soft shoe routine. Sometimes being able to use magic was so cool.

One rather thick volume was titled Means of Execution Through the Ages, and was placed with an elegant balance of nonchalance and availability at the eye level of anyone entering the room. As threats went, it was nearly subliminal—and perhaps it was placed there for that very reason.

I shrugged and said sadly, 'What? Once we gave them the vote, it went totally out of control.' 'You're a pig, Harry,' Murphy growled. 'But a pig smart enough to bow to the inevitable.

I hate what you represent. ... Power without conviction. Isana replied, her tone lifeless, matter of fact. Ambition without conscience. Decent folk suffer at the hands of those like you.

Magic came from life itself, from the interaction of nature and the elements, from the energy of all living beings, and especially of people. A man's magic demonstrates what sort of person he is, what is held most deeply inside of him. There is no truer gauge of a man's character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power.

Someone is out there, I said. Someone who has been manipulating the events. Playing puppet master, stirring the pot, stacking the deck - Mixing metaphors? Thomas suggested.

Booya! I drunkenly howled from the ground. I choked a little on the dust as I staggered back to my feet, my heart pounding, my whole body alive with strain and adrenaline. I stabbed a pointing finger toward the impact crater. That's right! Who just rocked your face ? Harry fucking Dresden! That's who!

Everyone," she said, "thinks that hate and love are somehow opposite forces. They are not. They are the same force, facing opposite directions." She glanced aside at me. "Love is a fire, my Knight. Love turned the wrong way has killed as many as hate. Reason, young wizard, is the opposite of hate, not love.

We've got a goddamned wizard! Fuck those guys!

It hurts! bellowed Ramirez drunkenly, flinging a last pair of bolts at a fleeing ghoul. Ow! Ow, it hurts! It hurts to be this *good*!

The hardest lesson a wizard has to learn is that even with so much power, there are some things you can't control. No matter how much you want to.

I looked from the gadget-readied spear and body armor to my slender staff of plain old wood and leather duster. My dick is better than your dick, I said.

The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.

Lady Aquitaine sighed. "Then it all hinges on Scipio. He has a rather irritating talent for impersonating a fulcrum.