Quotes About Supernatural

In a way, it's nice to know that there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong. For instance, when you're walking away from a bus that's just been attacked by monster hags and blown up by lightning, and it's raining on top of everything else, most people might think that's just really bad luck; when you're a half-blood, you understand that some devine force is really trying to mess up your day.

As late as 1711, Addison says cautiously: 'I believe in general that there is, and has been such a thing as Witchcraft; but at the same time can give no Credit to any Particular Instance of it.

It comes down to whether you believe in seven miraculous escapes a week or one guardian angel.

If Creation were a crime, would not God be the prime suspect?

Gods, the pamphlets asserted, were not supernatural beings, but tenuously living things, like ethereal plants, that evolved in concert with the human species. We were simply their medium—our brains and flesh the soil in which they sprouted and grew.

Astronomers now find they have painted themselves into a corner because they have proven, by their own methods, that the world began abruptly in an act of creation to which you can trace the seeds of every star, every planet, every living thing in this cosmos and on the earth. And they have found that all this happened as a product of forces they cannot hope to discover. That there are what I or anyone would call supernatural forces at work is now, I think, a scientifically proven fact.

Two great sa'angreal were made just before the end, one that you can use, one that I can. Far greater than that sword. Their power is beyond imagining. With those, we could challenge even … the Great Lord himself. Even the Creator!

Well, you heard what Moiraine said. It's as if some dead man was speaking with my mouth. I don't like it.

The monitor presently shows the Windows Blue Screen of Death, though this does not alarm him, as the BSoD is the universal screen saver in Hell.

But after dark, Marilla, it's different. That is when ghosts walk." "There are no such things as ghosts, Anne.

Oh, but there are, Marilla," cried Anne eagerly. "I know people who have seen them. And they are respectable people. Charlie Sloane says that his grandmother saw his grandfather driving home the cows one night after he'd been buried for a year. You know Charlie Sloane's grandmother wouldn't tell a story for anything. She's a very religious woman. And Mrs. Thomas's father was pursued home one night by a lamb of fire with its head

cut off hanging by a strip of skin. He said he knew it was the spirit of his brother and that it was a warning he would die within nine days. He didn't, but he died two years after, so you see it was really true. And Ruby Gillis says—

The goblins of her fancy lurked in every shadow about her, reaching out their cold, fleshless hands to grasp the terrified small girl who had called them into being. A white strip of birch bark blowing up from the hollow over the brown floor of the grove made her heart stand still. The long-drawn wail of two old boughs rubbing against each other brought out the perspiration in beads on her forehead. The swoop of bats in the darkness over her was as the wings of unearthly creatures.

Psi and/or magical powers, if real, are nearly useless.

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Alguien tenía que asistir a Rosaura desde el más allá, porque los del más acá no tenían manera. No

One thing I've learned about vampires--they keep pulling new rabbits out of their cloaks. Big, fanged, carnivorous bunnies that'll eat your eyeballs if you're not paying attention.

What did they think I was going to do, steal a body? If I wanted to, I could empty the damn place and get every corpse to play follow the leader. Perhaps that was why I needed watching. Perhaps. --Anita Blake

An atheist waving a cross at a vampire was a truly pitiful sight.

He's no more human than I am, ma petite. At least I'm not dead. That can be remedied.

I know who and what I am. I am the Executioner, and I don't date vampires. I kill them.

Just what I needed—a necromancer with an attitude. Oh, wait, I was a necromancer with an attitude.

I looked up at Ellen and her not-glowing pentagram. Harm none is the rule, Ellen: bad witch, no cookie.

There are only two kinds of vampire hunters: good ones and dead ones.