Hecate Quotes

“The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel

“By Hecate, the goddess I worship more than all the others, the one I choose to help me in this work, who lives with me deep inside my home, these people won't bring pain into my heart and laugh about it.”
― Euripides

“run run run Hermione. You have in your hands a message and a token...run and run and run and run Hermione. You know running and running and running that the messenger will take (lampadephoros) your message in its fervour and you will sink down exhausted...run,run, Hermione. For the message-bearer next in line has turned against you...dead, dead or forgotten. Hecate at crossroads, a destruction...”
― H.D., HERmione

“Hekate smacked the mirror down. "I'd never fancy you," she retorted to Hermes. "And if you ever try to kiss me, I'll--I'll keep a snake hidden in my clothes and make it bite you. On the lips. And on both ears."

"See, your threats are still age twelve," Hermes said. "I'll help you work on that.”
― Molly Ringle, Underworld's Daughter

“One person on their own may be able to save the world. But a team of friends, all working together, have a much greater chance of succeeding…providing that no-one succumbs to evil.’ Adele Rose, Awakening.”
― Adele Rose, Awakening

“Hecate smelt the odour of death as clearly as she might smell the wonderful, scented fragrance of blooming flowers in springtime or the delicious smell of dinner wafting down the hallway.”
― Adele Rose, Possession

“Hecate watched the maelstrom of thoughts flash through his mind. The past. The feel of her soft skin, the press of her naked flesh, their mutual need. Hands running through hair, lifting, entangling. The present. Cypress and wind; fire and union in the void.
The future. Red flowers clinging to a tree that rose from the field of gray, branches entwining through others' branches. Red, ripe fruit hung on interlocked boughs. Radiating out from the tree came soft grasses and flowers that spread over immeasurable ground. Hecate imparted in three voices what she saw. "Embrace and cherish these visions, Aidoneus. They belong to both of you.”
― Rachel Alexander, Receiver of Many

“Hecate stood over him then, and she seemed taller, her pupils narrow slits like the cunning glare of a serpent. "Oh, Aidoneus. Aren't you tired of being afraid? Aren't you ready to take control of what is inside you?"
"No," he denied, his voice a growl. "I do not wish it. I wish to forget."
"Forget." Her laugh was low. "When the marks are so deep inside you, they are etched on your soul? Do you truly believe you can forget? You cannot be that naive.”
― Heidi Hastings, Hades and Persephone: The Golden Blade

“Hecate dresses in all black, is extremely pale, unearthly beautiful and has the most chilling eyes I’ve ever known. All in all, she comes across as one of ‘The Walking Dead’ – except alive and far prettier!”
― Adele Rose, Awakening

“Gran!” I gasped. “You just killed a man!”
― Zuzanne Belec, Layers: A Collection of Short Stories

“I am made of bones and ghosts and the deepest shadow of the darkest night. Hecate, the Necromancer; Maiden, Mother; Crone; Guardian of Crossroads. I am the Witch of All the Night, the Wielder of the Shadowed Forbidden Magic.”
― Heidi Hastings, Hades and Persephone: The Golden Blade

“Hecate's eyes flashed with anger. "Do not compare me with that drivel. I have no shrines, little bird. Those who need me may seek me in their kitchen as they break their fast or in their bed, in the dark of night, when wicked thoughts fill their mind.”
― Heidi Hastings, Hades and Persephone: The Golden Blade

“I would shower you in stardust, because mere roses don’t live up to your beauty, your grace, or your smile.”
― Luciana Morfa, Conjuring & Crossroads