Quotes from Andrzej Sapkowski

No me desenvaines sin causa, no me envaines sin honor

Do you know what your problem is, Geralt? You think you're different. You flaunt your otherness, what you consider abnormal. You aggressively impose that abnormality on others, not understanding that for people who think clear-headedly you're the most normal man under the sun, and they all wish that everybody was so normal.

I believe in the sword. As you can see, I carry two. Every witcher does. It's said, spitefully, the silver one is for monsters and the iron for humans. But that's wrong. As there are monsters which can be struck down only with a silver blade, so there are those for whom iron is lethal. And lola, not just any iron, it must come from a meteorite

But, Dandelion, I could never resist the temptation of having a look at something that doesn't exist.

Say something.' 'I wouldn't like to lose you, Yen.' 'But you have me.' 'The night will end.' 'Everything ends.' No

There are things in heaven and earth that even philosophers have never dreamed about.

Madam Yennefer, Forgive me. I'm riding to Hirundum because I want to see Geralt. I want to see him before I start school. Forgive my disobedience, but I must. I know you'll punish me, but I don't want to regret my indecision and hesitation. If I'm to have regrets, let them be for deeds and actions. I'm an enchantress. I seize life by the scruff of the neck. I'll return when I can. - Ciri

Maybe one day it will be that you will need help ...Then call, call into the night. And I'll come." -Geralt of Rivia

I've stopped being a witcher. I've learned that now. On Thanedd, in the Tower of the Seagull. In Brokilon. On the bridge on the Yaruga. In the cave beneath Gorgon. And here, in Myrkvid Forest. No, I'm not a witcher now. So I'll have to learn to manage without my medallion.

In this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.

We are the children of Mother Nature. And though we do not respect our mother, though we often worry her and cause her pain, though we break her heart, she loves us.

Your great causes, your wars, your struggle to save the world … Your end which justifies the means … Prick up your ears, Philippa. Can you hear those voices, that yowling? Those are cats fighting for a great cause. For indivisible mastery over a heap of rubbish. It's no joking matter—blood is being spilled and clumps of fur are flying. It's war. But I care incredibly little about either of these wars, the cats' or yours.

Vea -dijo el brujo-, tenías razón. - ¿Hmm? - Él es el más hermoso.

The bounty hunter looked at him long and hard. Until Tawny Owl's smirk finally vanished. 'Indeed,' he said. 'Everyone has to make a living. Some earn money doing what they've learned. Others do what they have to. But not many craftsmen have been as lucky in life as I am: they pay me for a trade I truly and honestly enjoy. Not even whores can say that.

If I'm to choose between one evil and another, then I prefer not to choose at all.

As you correctly observed, this isn't a fairy tale, it's life. Lousy and evil. And so, damn it all, let's live it decently and well. Let's keep the amount of harm done to others to the absolute minimum.

You know what, Reynart,' Geralt suddenly said. 'I also prefer you as you are now. Talking normally. Back in October you were using infuriating, moronic mannerisms.' ''Pon my word, Witcher, I'm a knight errant,' chortled Reynart de Bois-Fresnes. 'Have you forgotten? Knights always talk like morons.

If i understand correctly, he said, I'm to fight the duel because, if I refuse, I'll be hanged. If I fight I'm to allow my opponant to injure me because if i wound him I'll be put to the rack. What charming alternatives. Maybe I should save you the bother? I'll thump my head against the pine tree and render myself helpless. Will that grant you satisfaction? - 273

Cuando alguien me comunica que es apolítico, siempre pregunto en qué política concreta está pensando.

I'm alive, she thought. So it's not the end of the fight. The fight only end with death, everything else is just an interruption

On tylko tak gÅ'upio wyglÄ…da - potwierdziÅ' Jaskier. - Ale caÅ'y czas liczÄ™ na to, ?e wreszcie zechce mu siÄ™ wyt??y? mózgownicÄ™. Mo?e wyciÄ…gnie sÅ'uszne wnioski? Mo?e zrozumie, ?e jedynÄ… czynnoÅ›ciÄ…, która dobrze wychodzi samotnym, jest samogwaÅ't?

Ty, kapcanie, gdyby? w zupie po?kn?? karalucha, to w kiszkach wi?cej by? mia? rozumu ani?eli w g?owie.

Only myths and fables do not know the limits of possibility.

And I... Why, it doesn't matter, because Essi smells of verbena, not lilac and gooseberry, doesn't have cool, electrifying skin. Essi's hair is not a black tornado of gleaming curls, Essi's eyes are gorgeous, soft, warm and cornflower blue; they don't blaze with a cold, unemotional, deep violet. Essi will fall asleep afterwards, turn her head away, open her mouth slightly, Essi will not smile in triumph. For Essi... Essi is not Yennefer.