The Vine Witch Quotes

“What the eye couldn’t see, the imagination filled in. We put names to the unexplained. Cast it as something to either fear or worship. And yet just because a thing can’t be seen doesn’t mean it isn’t real.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“The heart had a tendency to harden off after being forced to survive inside a life two sizes too small, deprived of the oxygen of dreams.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“Emboldened by the dark phase of the moon, the constellations twisted round in their infinite sky, slowly corkscrewing into the future, divining immutable futures for those still awake and gazing up.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“We put names to the unexplained. Cast it as something to either fear or worship. And yet just because a thing can’t be seen doesn’t mean it isn’t real.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“Mark my words – fashions change, causes change, but men’s ambitions never do.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“Intuition knows the truth when heard, but the sound can leave a terrible ringing in the ears.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“she debated the wisdom of not having waited longer for someone more suitably dressed to pass by on the road. Now she regretted how the stolen coat smelled”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“He wouldn’t be the first man to learn he’s wrong about something he’s certain about.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“He likes being all superior and reminding me how much I don’t know.” “So you’re saying he’s a man?”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“She was Elena, disciple of the All Knowing and daughter of the Chanceaux Valley. And she was free.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“Les pieds de Dieu. Do not tell my superior, but the smell of God’s feet is heaven to me.” The monk smiled. Threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Eight months ago I added milk, rennet, and a little salt together in a wooden vat. Pressed it, shaped it, and put it on the shelf to age. Today I have a delicious cheese to share with a guest. But the flavor, monsieur, that grows from something I did not add.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“Mortal men. What flaw was it in their ape brains that convinced them their schemes were paramount to everyone else’s?”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“At night, all the cats are gray.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“Mark my words—fashions change, causes change, but men’s ambitions never do,”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“Power craved power, leading some into dangerous alliances.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“into”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“even the monsters of the world can prove a flashpoint of enlightenment to those stuck in the dark.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“bufotoxins”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“Before curses and bad luck had got their hold on her, she’d vowed to anyone who would listen that the scent of a wine cellar was its own healing magic.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“City raised and book fed, intelligent and generous, yes, and yet malnourished when it came to a belief in the profound.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“Love magic, she was learning, could be a powerful curative.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“Yes it's magic. Good magic. You won't feel a thing." He doubted that. Nothing this woman did left him without a feeling.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“Elena glowed in is vision, encircled by a veil of energy, as if she attracted all the light in the cellar, from the finger of daylight seeping through the crevice under the door to the unnatural flame flickering above the witch's candle. Even her odd outfit sparkled as though it had been beaded with precious stones.

God, she was beautiful.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“...she persisted, widening her focus to concentrate on Jean-Paul's warm brown eyes, the scent of his skin after he shaved, the way his hair fell forward when he plowed the field without a hat. And how his palm electrified her skin when they held hands.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“She dared look down, and a strangled scream caught in her throat. Giant speckled legs with webbed feet clung on in horrid stubbornness. She kicked and thrashed, and yet they remained grotesquely fused to her body.

"What demon spell is this?" she cried.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“For someone who didn’t approve of spellcraft, this handsome mortal was very good at the charm business.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“What flaw was it in their ape brains that convinced them their schemes were paramount to everyone else’s?”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“She’d felt the murderous impulse”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“His work meant something to him. He felt it in the exhaustion of his body, the clarity of his thoughts, the unexplained happiness he took from seeing a leaf unfurl fresh and green and full of potential. It fed his soul, his mind, and his heart.”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch

“Unperturbed,”
― Luanne G. Smith, The Vine Witch