Quotes About Witch

WITCH, n. (1) An ugly and repulsive old woman, in a wicked league with the devil. (2) A beautiful and attractive young woman, in wickedness a league beyond the devil.

And there the wicked old witch stayed for a good long time... And did she ever come out? ... Not yet.

One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her-is it ever the right choice?

Furniture! bellowed the witch. Tables, bathtub, the lot of you. It's time to go out in the world and seek your fortunes, if that's your hope. There was a crashing sound as all the furniture went and tried to hide under the bed, and the bed tried to hide under itself.

Not everyone is born a witch or a saint. Not everyone is born talented, or crooked, or blessed; some are born definite in no particular at all. We are a fountain of shimmering contradictions, most of us. Beautiful in the concept, if we're lucky, but frequently tedious or regrettable as we flesh ourselves out.

Y allí se quedó la vieja y malvada Bruja, durante mucho, muchísimo tiempo. —¿Ha salido alguna vez? —Todavía no.

And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no after, in the ever after of a Witch, there is no happily; In the story of a Witch, there is no afterword.

The witch turned this way and that, I think I've kept my figure, don't you? she asked Mewster. Who else would want it? Don't be snarky. She batted her eyelashes at her reflection. I do believe I have my mother's eyes. Maybe it's time you give them back. Your mother's bee dead since the reign of Oleg the Incontinent.

One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her—is it every the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?

One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her—is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?

And there the wicked old Witch stayed for a good long time. And did she ever come out? Not yet.

People always did like to talk, didn't they? That's why I call myself a witch now: the Wicked Witch of the West, if you want the full glory of it. As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

Cat] found a complete set of the works of Edgar Allan Poe, with little tabs of paper sticking out. The were scrawled over with the witch's comments to herself, Fun! Try this, but with exploding feathers! and Gotta love him -- deeply sick.

As the first hard drops of rain fell, the Witch caught sight, not of the girl's face, but of the shoes. Her sister's shoes. They sparkled even in the darkening afternoon. They sparkled like yellow diamonds, and embers of blood, and thorny stars.

One never learns how the witch becomes wicked or if it was the right choice for he — is it ever the right choice?

Witch-cursed, legend-haunted Arkham, whose huddled, sagging gambrel roofs and crumbling Georgian balustrades brood out the centuries beside the darkly muttering Miskatonic.

Of witch, and demon

tradition emphasises the uselessness of material barriers in halting a witch's notions

It all began, old Ammi said, with the meteorite. Before that time there had been no wild legends at all since the witch trials, and even then these western woods were not feared half so much as the small island in the Miskatonic where the devil held court beside a curious stone altar older than the Indians.

looking old witch in the road. Her under-lip hung quite down on her breast, and she stopped and said, "Good

Alaska is what happens when Willy Wonka and the witch from Hansel and Gretel elope, buy a place together upstate, renounce their sweet teeth, and turn into health fanatics.

To be a Witch, you must be brave enough to face everything inside of you, and have the courage to change the things you do not like. Being a Witch has nothing to do with spells, rituals, and unusual clothing—they are the fun stuff. To be a Witch is to desire personal transformation.

You call that a kiss?" "Yep." Okay, so I'm in shock the girl put my hand on her creamy cheek. Damn, you'd think I was on drugs by the way my body reacted. She had me totally under her spell a minute ago. Then the pretty witch turned my game around so she was the one with the upper hand.

Love, your own witch-daughter, Queen of the Mirror and the Highest Protector of Irony