Andrea Olson > Andrea's Quotes

“Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.”
― Ntozake Shange, Sassafrass, Cypress & Indigo

“She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.”
― Annie Dillard, The Living

“You're so nice. You're not good, you're not bad, You're just nice. I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right. I'm the witch. You're the world.”
― Stephen Sondheim, Into the Woods

“When she listened to songs that she loved on the radio, something stirred inside her. A liquid ache spread under her skin, and she walked out of the world like a witch.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

“I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

“A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time,” she said. “I was born out of New York. The things that are most wrong here summoned me. ("Drink Entire: Against The Madness Of Crowds")”
― Ray Bradbury, Long After Midnight

“One doesn’t become a witch to run around being harmful, or to run around being helpful either, a district visitor on a broomstick. It’s to escape all that - to have a life of one’s own, not an existence doled out to by others.”
― Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes

“That’s why we become witches: to show our scorn of pretending life’s a safe business, to satisfy our passion for adventure. It’s not malice, or wickedness - well, perhaps it is wickedness, for most women love that - but certainly not malice, not wanting to plague cattle and make horrid children spout up pins and - what is it? - “blight the genial bed.”
― Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes

“When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.”
― Dean Jackson

“Witches are liberated from their own fears and limited thinking. In turn, their presence has the power to liberate and consciously expand others.”
― Dacha Avelin

“Me parecía que mi talento iba debilitándose paulatinamente. ¿Por qué no conseguía ser una bruja decente?, me preguntaba en tales ocasiones. ¿Carecía acaso de voluntad, de entusiasmo, de coraje? No me agradaba lo bastante el poder, me decía, ni me desagradaba lo bastante la fatalidad".”
― Marie NDiaye, La Sorcière

“Me entró entonces la duda de si habría poseído alguna vez un don que no fuese el de la fabulación; llegué a dudar, incluso, de la existencia de los poderes que las mujeres de mi familia materna habían creído poseer. Era posible que se tratase sólo de supersticiones, me decía; quizá tanto yo como mi madre, con su supuesta y gran destreza, lo único que habíamos hecho era creernos a pies juntillas -hasta el punto de dar por cierto cuanto creíamos ver- los cuentos de unas infelices, de unas pobres ancianas sumisas y candorosamente malévolas, como mi crédula abuela,la madre de mi madre, que tanto entusiasmo sentía por la adivinación.”
― Marie NDiaye, La Sorcière

“Poetry operates by hints and dark suggestions. It is full of secrets and hidden formulae, like a witch's brew.”
― Anthony Hecht

“All witches keep their kisses in everyday objects, so that their hearts won’t break too often.”
― Moïra Fowley-Doyle, The Accident Season

“I am the witch of my mystical world.”
― Usha Cosmico

“Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking

into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing—
that the light is everything—that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and falling. And I do.”
― Mary Oliver, House of Light

“I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.”
― James Kavanaugh, There are men too gentle to live among wolves

“You are terrifying and strange and beautiful, someone not everyone knows how to love.”
― Warsan Shire

“La muerte es una oscuridad terca que nos convierte en carroña. . . La muerte hace perder hasta las creencias. No se duda cuando una está en la oscuridad, nada más no se cree en nada ni en nadie. . .”
― Mariana Herrera

“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.”
― Robert Fulghum, True Love

“A witch is someone who has dedicated her life to learning about the connections between things. She studies the different cycles and her place in them. She learns how to use the energy in herself and in the world to make changes. And most of all, she tries to make the world a better place for herself and other people.”
― Isobel Bird, The Challenge Box

“My brunette with the golden eyes, your ivory body, your amber
Has left bright reflections in the room
Above the garden.

The clear midnight sky, under my closed lids,
Still shines… I am drunk from so many roses
Redder than wine.

Leaving their garden, the roses have followed me…
I drink their brief breath, I breathe their life.
All of them are here.

It’s a miracle… The stars have risen,
Hastily, across the wide windows
Where the melted gold pours.

Now, among the roses and the stars,
You, here in my room, loosening your robe,
And your nakedness glistens

Your unspeakable gaze rests on my eyes…
Without stars and without flowers, I dream the impossible
In the cold night.”
― Renée Vivien

“A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.”
― Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“I wonder, Are fictions safe places? And then I ask myself, Should they be safe places?”
― Neil Gaiman, Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances

“It’s all blood and roses from here on in. As witches, we should prepare to fly on the wings of the storm.”
― Peter Grey, Apocalyptic Witchcraft

“When you gone to get married? You need to have some babies. It’ll settle you.'
'I don’t want to make somebody else. I want to make myself.”
― Toni Morrison, Sula

“I have the idea that we grandmothers are meant to play the part of protective witches; we must watch over younger women, children, community, and also, why not?, this mistreated planet, the victim of such unrelenting desecration. I would like to fly on a broomstick and dance in the moonlight with other pagan witches in the forest, invoking earth forces and howling demons; I want to become a wise old crone, to learn ancient spells and healers' secrets. It is no small thing, this design of mine. Witches, like saints, are solitary stars that shine with a light of their own; they depend on nothing and no one, which is why they have no fear and can plunge blindly into the abyss with the assurance that instead of crashing to earth, they will fly back out. They can change into birds and see the world from above, or worms to see it from within, they can inhabit other dimensions and travel to other galaxies, they are navigators on an infinite ocean of consciousness and cognition.”
― Isabel Allende, Paula

“Nobody can tell what is right and what is wrong; what is righteous and what is evil. Even if there is a god and I had his teachings right before me, I would think it through and decide if that was right or wrong myself.”
― Tsugumi Ohba, Death Note, Vol. 12: Finis