Quotes About Power

There's more magic in a baby's first giggle than in any firestorm a wizard can conjure up, and don't let anyone tell you any different. Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can't weave together a spell that you don't believe in.

Suppose I tell you to fuck off. I will no longer be in a playful mood, it purred. I will come for you. I will kill your blood, your friends, your beasts. I will kill the flowers in your home and the trees in your tiny fields. I will visit such death upon whatever is yours that your very name will be remembered only in curses andtales of terror

His red hair was buzz cut, and he wore his ill-fitting suit like something that he planned to rip his way out of when he turned into the Hulk.

My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk.

It is the prerogative of wizards to be grumpy.

Not every man in the Senate is some kind of masterful schemer, exerting all his energies to acquire more power and influence at the expense of all others." "No," Isana agreed. "Some of them are incompetent schemers.

It's tough to say no to peace, to the comfort of it. All through history, people have traded wealth, children, land, and lives to buy it. But peace can't be bought, can it, chief, prime minister? The only ones offering to sell it always want something more. They lie.

Fear has a lot of flavors and textures. There's a sharp, silver fear that runs like lightning through your arms and legs, galvanizes you into action, power, motion. There's heavy, leaden fear that comes in ingots, piling up in your belly during the empty hours between midnight and morning, when everything is dark, every problem grows larger, and every wound and illness grows worse.

Lara [Raith] was gorgeous, brilliant, and sexier than a Swedish bikini team hiking up a mountain of money.

I was casting everything I had done, everything I believed, everything I had chosen—everything I was—against the will of an ancient being of darkness, terror, and malice, a fundamental power of the world. And the bonds and the will of Mother Winter could not constrain me.

I leaned against the wall, dazed, panting, and gasped, in my deepest and most gravelly voice, "No one can chain the Hulk!

Well. You've got me cornered, don't you? I'm at your mercy. Her lips quirked. She took a drag of her cigarette. And I like a man who just won't stop.

I witnessed the birth of time itself. I watched the mortal coil spring forth from perfect darkness. I watched the stars form, watched this world coalesce, watched as life was breathed into it and as your kind rose to rule it. She put both hands on the table and leaned toward me, her blue eyes cold and hard. Thus far, I have behaved as a guest ought. But do not mistake propriety for weakness, mortal. I beg you not to oblige me to take further action.

All of my base are belong to me.

Kord sees power as something to satisfy his desires, instead of a tool to protect and serve the people beholden to him. It's a stupid attitude, and it will eventually get him killed—but until then it makes him dangerous.

Righteous. The real deal. He's honest, loyal, faithful. He lives his ideals. It gives him power.

That kind of subtle manipulation always works best amidst a flurry of distractions. Washington's been doing it like that for decades.

You'd think as long as I was gambling with my soul, I would have thought to get Mab to throw in fifty bucks an hour plus expenses.

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.

The Queen smiled with the tiniest twitch of a single corner of her mouth. Why should I do that? Because I'm coming, Octavian's image said, very quietly, for you. The Queen stood as unmoving as stone. When I'm finished, Octavian promised, nothing will be left of your kind but stories. I will burn your homes. I will bury your warriors. His voice grew even softer. I will blacken your sky with crows.

We wizards are terrific at brooding.

Mab narrowed her eyes, and a little smile graced her lips. "Impudent," she said. "It's sweet on you.

I was a man seeking power. For good reasons, maybe. But I wasn't going to lie to myself or anyone else about my actions. If I killed him, I would be taking a life, something that was not mine to take. I would be committing deliberate, calculated murder.

There is no truer gauge of a man's character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power.