Quotes About Power

Mab had the kind of power you had to describe using exponents.

Speed of lightning! Roar of thunder! Fighting all who rob or plunder! Underdog!

The water near me stirred and then a Sharkface rose up out of it as if on an elevator, slow, his mouth tilted up into a small smile. He stood there on the water perhaps five feet away from me. His eyeless face looked smug. Warden, he said. Asshat, I replied.

Legionares are not afraid of dinner," Max growled, giving the taurg a dire glare. "Dinner is afraid of legionares.

Because your balls are in a vise and I'm the only one who can pull them out," I said. He arched an elegant silver eyebrow. "Okay," I said. "That came out a little more homoerotic than I intended." "Indeed," said the Merlin.

Some words have a power that has nothing to do with supernatural forces. They resound in the heart and mind, they live long after the sounds of them have died away, they echo in the heart and the soul. They have power, and that power is very real. Those three words are good

She was furious that I had seen her true form, horrified and embarrassed that I had stripped her disguise away and seen the creature beneath. And she was afraid that I could take away even her mask, forever, with my power.

Mab] was pale, beautiful on a scale that beggared simple description, and I harbored a healthy and rational terror of her.

When it happens to a wizard, insurance companies go broke and there's reconstruction afterward. What was stirring in me now made those previous feelings of battle rage seem like anemic kittens.

I rode the dinosaur into the stream of zombies following in the Wardens' wake and let her go to town. Sue chomped and stomped and smacked zombies fifty feet through the air with swinging blows of her snout. Her tail batted one particularly vile-looking zombie into the brick wall of the nearest building, and the zombie hit so hard and so squishily that it just stuck to the wall like a refrigerator magnet, arms and legs spread in a sprawl.

I nodded to her. Then I eyed Maeve. What about you? Holding anything back? I want to take you to my bower, wizard, Maeve said, and licked her lips. I want to do things to you that give you such pleasure your brain bleeds. Uh, I said. Her foxlike smile sharpened. Also, she said, my people are about to attempt to kill you.

That's the true power of a wizard. I know things. Knowledge is power. With power comes responsibility.

I didn't look up, occupied as I was with brooding, a famous pastime of wizards everywhere.

I... drew out the gun I kept at home, a great big old Dirty Harry Callahan number that weighed about seventy-five thousand pounds.

If the Eagle Scouts had some sort of Sith equivalent, Marcone was it.

Lightning struck, a hawk cried in fury, and then a goddamned grizzly bear fell out of the night sky and onto Ethniu's head. Don't care how Titanic you are. No one expects an orbital-drop grizzly.

That's the great thing about being a wizard. I can always tell myself, honestly, that things could be worse.

Wow. That's sort of pretty. In a Jaws kind of way.

Hell's Bells-Harry Dresden

I might be the dumb kid with the sledgehammer from his father's toolshed, compared to the sword-saint samurai who were the Senior Council—but I had discovered, in my time, that no matter how skilled and elegant a foe might be, a sledgehammer to the skull is a sledgehammer to the skull.

Think where you are, sir Knight," Nicodemus said, his mouth quirking up into a mocking smile. "The Underworld is a prison for souls. Do you think yours is so great as to escape it?" "I am not great," Michael said quietly. "But God is.

Everyone thinks that hate and love are somehow opposite forces. They are not. They are the same force, facing opposite directions... Love turned the wrong way has killed as many as hate.

Do you remember the hardest lesson of power?" "Knowing when not to use it?

Gandalf never had this kind of problem.