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“Stars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was.”
― J.M. Barrie

“He thrust his shoulders back and spoke in a whisper that sounded like the hiss of a snake.
‘Yes, the very battle between good and evil, played out even in the lowliest of lives like yours. Witches killing dogs because they did not get their favourite drink.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“Raya knew this type of girl â€� they never liked her. Usually they’d make fun of her, behind her back, but loud enough for her to hear. She was too alternative, too poor and too cynical â€� the foster kid â€� to be of any interest to these social climbers.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

“That’s life for you. All the happiness you gather to yourself, it will sweep away like it’s nothing. If you ask me I don’t think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That’s enough.”
― Junot Diaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“Favorite Quotations.
I speak my mind because it hurts to bite my tongue.
The worth of a book is measured by what you carry away from it.
It's not over till it's over.
Imagination is everything.
All life is an experiment.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls the butterfly.”
― Pat Frayne, Tales of Topaz the Conjure Cat: Part I Topaz and the Evil Wizard & Part II Topaz and the Plum-Gista Stone

“Helen slowly became aware of an unnerving red light. She lifted her head and looked around. The glow bounced off the cold stone walls and intensified quickly. It filled her with thoughts of despair and hopelessness. She tried to shake them off.
You have what’s mine! Where is it? I want it!
Helen shuddered violently. She recalled the inner voice that urged
her to use the stone to keep Prince Harnak from dying. That voice was
comforting and encouraging. This voice was oppressive and angry and
beat on her relentlessly.
“No!� she muttered. “Go away. I have nothing for you or anyone
else, not even me.�
The red light flickered out. Only the numbing cold and her utter
isolation, cheerless companions, remained.”
― Candace L. Talmadge, Stoneslayer: Book One Scandal

“The gods' most savage curses come upon us as answers to our own prayers. Prayer is a dangerous business.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, The Curse of Chalion

“Some of the best things that have ever happened to us wouldn’t have happened to us, if it weren’t for some of the worst things that have ever happened to us.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“A lot of people don't believe in curses.
A lot of people don't believe in yellow-spotted lizards either, but if one bites you, it doesn't make a difference whether you believe in it or not.”
― Louis Sachar, Holes

“Seriously, who curses you with their dying breath and says, I hope your eye twitches!”
― Rick Riordan

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Moody jerked his wand, and the spider rose onto two of its hind legs and went into what was unmistakably a tap dance.
Everyone was laughing � everyone except Moody.
“Think it’s funny, do you?� he growled. “You’d like it, would you, if I did it to you?�
The laughter died away almost instantly.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“For him that stealeth, or borroweth and returneth not, this book from its owner,
Let it change into a serpent in his hand and rend him.
Let him be struck with palsy and all his members blasted.
Let him languish in pain crying out for mercy,
Let there be no surcease to his agony till he sink in dissolution.
Let bookworms gnaw his entrails in token of the worm that dieth not.
When at last he goeth to his final punishment,
Let the flames of Hell consume him forever.
[attributed to the Monastery of San Pedro in Barcelona, Spain]”
― Nicholas A. Basbanes, A Gentle Madness: Bibliophiles, Bibliomanes, and the Eternal Passion for Books

“A southwest blow on ye and blister you all o'er!'
'The red plague rid you!'
'Toads, beetles, bats, light on you!'
'As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed with raven's feather from unwholesome fen drop on you.'
'Strange stuff'
'Thou jesting monkey thou'
'Apes with foreheads villainous low'
'Pied ninny'
'Blind mole...'
-The Caliban Curses”
― Gary D. Schmidt, The Wednesday Wars

“One notorious apikoros named Hiwa al-Balkhi, writing in ninth-century Persia, offered two hundred awkward questions to the faithful. He drew upon himself the usual thunderous cursesâ€�'may his name be forgotten, may his bones be worn to nothing'—along with detailed refutations and denunciations by Abraham ibn Ezra and others. These exciting anathemas, of course, ensured that his worrying 'questions' would remain current for as long as the Orthodox commentaries would be read. In this way, rather as when Maimonides says that the Messiah will come but that 'he may tarry,' Jewishness contrives irony at its own expense. If there is one characteristic of Jews that I admire, it is that irony is seldom if ever wasted on them.”
― Christopher Hitchens, Hitch 22: A Memoir

“Juju is not enough to protect you. Everything you have I will turn against you. I'll turn sugar bitter for you. I'll take your very shield and crack it on your head.”
― Helen Oyeyemi, White Is for Witching

“That bloody bastard! That thrice accursed son of a bitch!”
― Cornelia Funke, Inkspell

“If I believed in curses, I would believe that this is mine: when it matters most, in the moments when I know with the greatest clarity exactly what needs to be done, everything I say comes out wrong.”
― Tana French, Broken Harbour

“I'm going to bed now, Lovis! Not to sleep. But to think and to curse, and woe better anyone who disturbs me!”
― Astrid Lindgren, Ronia, the Robber's Daughter

“The Hand of Souls has an insatiable thirst. Its wicked delights are woven into the fabric of fate itself. It’s power drawing in souls like moths to a flame. As daylight fades and shadows lengthen, its cursed nature reaches out like vines in the night, ensnaring its user. Those who grasp the Hand of Souls are forever marked by its twisted touch, eternally intertwined with the darkness that plagues its very existence.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Holy hell,â€� I whispered as soon as we stepped into the hall leading to Killian’s court. My entire body shivered as it soaked up the energy twisting around us. If rage had a taste, it would be the poisonous nectar that hung in the air of Death House—bitter-sweet and deadly. It smelled like the inside of a used coffin and was just as dark. My skin prickled with a clammy cold sweat, goosebumps rolling over my skin.

“There’s nothing holy about this place.â€� Julian pulled me closer. “I offer you a few words of wisdom in this hellish place. Do not cower here, Fiadh, not for anyone. This is not a place to look weak. Go in there like you own it. Respect is only earned through fear and dominance within these walls, and you don’t want to be seen as the only coward here. The moment they smell weakness, you’re nothing but prey in a room full of blood-thirsty predators.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Lift your chin, square your shoulders, and be ready to walk on the bones of any who stand in your way. Welcome to Death House. You bow to no one.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“If you touch me in anger again, whether it be by fist or power, I will end you and bring your court to its knees. I will worm my curses and spells so deep into the roots of your territory that it will look like another haunted forest when I’m done. There will be nothing left for the imps to destroy in my name when I am through. I will sell off pieces of my soul to magic just to end you.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“She who dabbles in shadows shall have darkness linger in her soul.
Every spell comes at a cost and the price of magic will be paid by all.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Where shadows dance and secrets linger,
beware the devil with the silver tongue,
for in their shadows lies the truth of their true nature.
Do not forget who and what they are.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“The flames of hell may scorch the flesh,
but the whispers of devils will sear the soul.
They are temptation and sin.
They are desire and despair.
Be careful where you seek answers.
Not all costs are worth paying.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Anything can be dark if you wish it to be. Hemlock is a beautiful flower until you use it to take a life.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Is it worth the cost of your soul?â€�

“That is the price of magic.�

“No, that is the price of being a fool,â€� he answered. “Before this is over, you will become one more story Killian can’t tell anyone. Another memory he wishes he didn’t have.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“The only difference between the fairytale happy endings and a nightmare is who is telling the tale, the victor or the victim. I am both in this story. I burned down my own castle in the end.”
― Lanne Garrett

“I’d never get used to an empty bed. I’d just get used to being haunted by the decisions I had made that put me alone under my covers.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel

“Do not be swayed by the shimmer of powerâ€�
Not all that glitters is gold.”
― Lanne Garrett, The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel