Quotes About Power

It's tough for magic to argue with physics, most of the time.

Every ounce of strength I could have summoned would have been no more than a flickering spark beside either of those blazing fountains of light and magic. It was power that had existed since the dawn of life, and would until its end. It was power that had cowed mortals into abject worship and terror before—and I finally understood why. I wasn't a pawn of that kind of strength. I was an insect beside giants, a blade of grass before towering trees.

My father used to speak to me often of the nature of power, Veredis said. One of the things he often lamented was that the only folk truly worthy to hold it were those who did not seek it.

There are thousands of names for them, in every culture—mana, psychic energy, totem, juju, chi, bioethereal power, the Force, the soul. It's an incredibly complex system of interweaving energy that influences good old Mother Earth around us, but it all boils down to a fairly simple concept: Shit happens.

There was a horrible, wrenching sound, a screech of protesting metal, and one of the screams peaked at a shivering, violent point—then dissolved into a strangled mishmash of sounds, of tearing and snapping and popping, of gurgling and thudding. And when they were finished, something, something big, with a cavernous, resonating chest, snarled from not ten feet beyond the security door.

It took shape and stood up, an enormous creature of vaguely human shape made all of earth and root and bough, twin points of brilliant emerald-green light burning in its vine-writhing, leaf-strewn head. It had to have been nine or ten feet tall, and nearly that far across. Its legs were thicker than me, and branches spread out above its head like vast horns against the background of luminous mind fog. The creature lifted its head

She practically glowed. Once or twice, after a compliment, she'd literally glowed, but we'd gotten that under control within a month or two.

For the sake of one soul. For one loved one. For one life.' I called power into my blasting rod, and its tip glowed incandescent white. 'The way I see it, there's nothing else worth fighting a war for.

I know you must be angry." "I burn things to ash and smash holes in buildings when I'm angry," I said. "I'm a couple of steps past that point right now.

If you had, you'd realize what an incredible force you have working on your side." "The A-Team?" "Bureaucracy," Murphy said. "I would rather have the A-Team.

The thing about creatures as big as the Jotun is that they come without power steering.

With pure hearts and good intentions," he answered. "Our strength shall be the strength of ten.

Me and the Blue Beetle kick ass. In a four-cylinder kind of way, but it still gets kicked.

Soulfire didn't make magic more potent, precisely—but it made it more real. As the power of Creation itself, Soulfire was best used to create and protect, and what I had in mind was going to take a lot of it.

Tavi nodded and stepped up onto the raised platform at the head of the conference room. Though the visiting dignitaries had departed, the room was still crowded, this time with the officers of both Legions of the Senatorial Guard and the First Aleran. Except for Max, Crassus, and one or two of the other Tribunes in the First Aleran, Tavi was by far the youngest man in the room

terrified. What it does to you to see the power of darkness

But hardly old. Went silver early, I'd say. That's always attractive in a man. It means he has both power enough to have responsibilities and conscience enough to worry over them.

I roared at him. "Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!

And then the vast flaming axe crashed down into the ceiling above us and shattered the world.

Sometimes it scares me how easy it is to get people to do what you want them to do, if you know something about them.

Then I drew in a breath, and my renewed will with it, lifted the rod in my right hand, murmured a phrase in a language I didn't know, and blew the tires off his fucking truck.

That was black magic, and it was easy to use. Easy and fun. Like Legos.

When was the last time you could taste and feel some little lovely's cries?' I regarded her without any expression and said, in a gentle voice, 'Technically? When I killed Aurora.

I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.