Green Witch Quotes

“What you dream, you can grow. Someone told me that, but I didn't believe it. I said I had nothing and that people with nothing are unable to dream. But I was wrong.”
― Alice Hoffman, Green Witch

“Hold intention, but allow the green wisdom to guide you in ways you might not suspect. Feel the presence of supernature, as it is the living life force that animates all things. Commune. Be open to your vision, hearing and feelings. Be open to initiation. Be initiated into the ways of the green.”
― Chris Penczak

“It had been clear from the beginning that both of Ivy's thumbs and all eight of her fingers were green. Plants thrived in her presence. When she and Rose were infants, Sadie planted the window boxes outside their nursery with star jasmine. Within months, the plants had taken over that side of the building and infused the estate with their magical scent. When the girls were old enough to be set free outdoors, Rose headed straight for the wildflower meadow, where she crafted daisy crowns and gathered garnishes for Sadie's cocktails. Ivy made a beeline for the garden. For the rest of her youth--- and long afterward--- that was where she spent her days. She knew exactly what plants enjoyed each other's company. And she could easily resolve any conflicts that arose between them. By the time she was ten, no one else dared go near Ivy's garden. Even the deer and rabbits that wandered freely across the estate knew better. Not everything Ivy grew was meant to be eaten.”
― Kirsten Miller, The Women of Wild Hill

“She hadn’t realized the outbuilding— like a sunroom— was connected to the house, and it was a piece of heaven for Saoirse. This was the apothecary to end all apothecaries— a glass-walled sanctuary most definitely infused with magic. The dappled morning light poured through the deceptively tall glass walls and ceiling. Every branch and leaf seemed to stretch toward the light, searching for its warmth and light.
The space itself was an airy rectangle, bursting with greenery. On the two shorter, angled walls were multitiered potting tables, each layer crowded with voluminous herbs, delicate blossoms, and trailing vines that cascaded over the edges.
The longer glass wall had a counter-height table that ran its full length. Clay pots, glass beakers, and neatly labeled tins cluttered the top. Even the outside seemed to want in, with the leaves still clinging to the trees outside brushing against the glass.
On the opposite side was a brick wall lined with open shelves from floor to ceiling. Rowan tracked jars of every shape and size on the shelves. They were filled with dried herbs, amber and emerald oils, crushed petals, powdered roots, and mystery mixtures just waiting for Saoirse to use them.
Possibility. It was the only word that came to mind. This apothecary held a world of possibilities for Saoirse. With everything at her fingertips, her sister could spend a lifetime crafting healing potions, infusing them into soaps, lotions, and balms.
Saoirse stood in the center of the room, arms wide. She whirled around. “Isn’t it perfect?” she squealed, pushing her glasses up. She wrapped her arms around herself. “I was just wandering around and it’s like a magnet pulled me to this room. My room.”
― Ivy Cassidy, House of Spells and Secrets

“Greenmother: She who heals, who binds earth to body and soul to soil.

Saoirse stepped closer, drawn to the page like a moth. “Greenmother,” she breathed. “It knows me.”
Another name materialized.

Brightwill: She who burns bright enough to reveal the truth.

Caraline’s eyes shimmered with something unreadable. She didn’t speak the word aloud, but Rowan saw the way her spine straightened, the firelight dancing across her hair. Brightwill.
The third name appeared, and Rowan froze.

Silverborn: She who remembers, who hears the memory of what was lost.”
― Ivy Cassidy, House of Spells and Secrets