Diana Bishop Quotes

“Somewhere in the center of my soul, a rusty chain began to unwind. It freed itself, link by link, from where it had rested, unobserved, waiting for him. My hands, which had been balled up and pressed against his chest, unfurled with it. The chain continued to drop, to an unfathomable depth where there was nothing but darkness and Matthew. At last it snapped to its full length, anchoring me to a vampire. Despite the manuscript, despite the fact that my hands contained enough voltage to run a microwave, and despite the photograph, as long as I was connected to him, I was safe.”
― Deborah Harkness, A Discovery of Witches

“With knot of one, the spell's begun.
With knot of two, the spell be true.
With knot of three, the spell is free.
With knot of four, the power is stored.
With knot of five, this spell will thrive.
With knot of six, this spell I fix.
With knot of seven, the spell will waken.
With knot of eight, the spell will wait.
With knot of nine, the spell is mine.
With knot of ten, it begins again.”
― Deborah Harkness, The Book of Life

“Matthew kept hinting that his desire - for blood, chiefly- was so strong that it put everything else at risk. But vampires weren’t the only creatures who had to manage such strong impulses. Much of what qualified as magic was simply desire in action. Witchcraft was different- that took spells and rituals. But magic? A wish, a need, a hunger too strong to be denied- these could turn into deeds when they cross a witch’s mind.”
― Deborah Harkness, A Discovery of Witches

“To every question I have ever had, or ever will have, you are the answer.”
― Deborah Harkness, The Book of Life

“For storms will rage and oceans roar,
When Gabriel stands on sea and shore,
And as he blows his wondrous horn,
Old worlds die and new be born.”
― Deborah Harkness, Shadow of Night

“My experiences thus far had me planning to throttle the first Tudor historian I met upon my return for gross dereliction of duty.”
― Deborah Harkness, Shadow of Night

“Impossible,'" Matthew said.
"'Impossible n'est pas français,' Ysabeau said, her tone tart as vinegar. 'And it certainly was not a word in your father's vocabulary.”
― Deborah Harkness

“One year ago you walked into the Bodleian Library and straight into my heart. As soon as that wicked mouth of yours smiled, the moment your eyes lightened with recognition even though we’d never met before, I knew that my life would never be the same.”
― Deborah Harkness

“Tú hueles a savia de sauce. Y manzanilla aplastada - Olfateó otra vez y mostró una sonrisa leve y triste - Hay también madreselvas y hojas de roble caídas - dijo en voz baja, suspirando -, junto con avellano en flor y los primeros narcisos de la primavera. Y cosas antiguas..., malva, incienso, milenrama. Los olores que creía haber olvidado.”
― Deborah Harkness, A Discovery of Witches

“Parlez-vous français, madame?”
“Oui,” I said warily, certain that this conversation was taking a multilingual turn for the worse.”
― Deborah Harkness, Shadow of Night