Quotes from Andrzej Sapkowski

Lepiej zalicza? siÄ™ do niektórych ni? do wszystkich.

A ja my?l?, ?e ca?e z?o tego ?wiata bierze si? z my?lenia. Zw?aszcza w wykonaniu ludzi ca?kiem ku temu nie maj?cych predyspozycji.

Intolerance and superstition has always been the domain of the more stupid amongst the common folk and, I conjecture, will never be uprooted, for they are as eternal as stupidity itself. There, where mountains tower today, one day there will be seas; there where today seas surge, will one day be deserts. But stupidity will remain stupidity. Nicodemus de Boot, Meditations on life, Happiness and Prosperity

But do you know when stories stop being stories? The moment someone begins to believe in them.

You've a right to believe that we're governed by Nature and the hidden Force within her. You can think that the gods, including my Melitele, are merely a personification of this power invented for simpletons so they can understand it better, accept its existence. According to you, that power is blind. But for me, Geralt, faith allows you to expect what my goddess personifies from nature: order, law, goodness. And hope.

No one wants to suffer. But that is the fate of each. And some suffer more. Not necessarily of their own volition. It's not about to enduring the suffering. It's about how you endure it.

As usual, cats and children noticed him first.

It is better to go forward without a goal, than to have a goal and stay in one place, and it is certainly better than to stay in one place without a goal.

Because I know that in order to unite two people, destiny is insufficient. Something more is necessary than destiny.

Lepiej bez celu i?? naprzód ni? bez celu sta? w miejscu, a z pewnoÅ›ciÄ… o niebo lepiej, ni? bez celu siÄ™ cofa?.

every myth, every fable must have some roots. Something lies among those roots.' 'It does. ... Most often a dream, a wish, a desire, a yearning. Faith that there are no limits to possibility. And occasionally chance.

All around, everywhere you look, is dullness and uncertainty. Even something born of beauty soon leads to boredom and banality, commonplace, the human ritual, the tedious rhythm of life.

No. I've no time to waste. Winter's coming.

always takes action. Wrongly or rightly; that is revealed later. But you should act, be brave, seize life by the scruff of the neck. Believe me, little one, you should only regret inactivity, indecisiveness, hesitation. You shouldn't regret actions or decisions, even if they occasionally end in sadness and regret.

You love her that much,' she stated, not asking. 'That much,' he admitted in a whisper after a long moment of silence.

Destiny has many faces. Mine is beautiful on the outside and hideous on the inside. She has stretched her bloody talons toward me—

They are not demons, not devils... Worse than that. They are people.

You surround the dead with veneration and memory, you dream of immortality, and in your myths and legends there's always someone being resurrected, conquering death. But were your esteemed late great-grandfather really to suddenly rise from the grave and order a beer, panic would ensue.

What a company I ended up with,' Geralt continued, shaking his head. 'Brothers in arms! A team of heroes! What have I done to deserve it? A poetaster with a lute. A wild and lippy half-dryad, half-woman. A vampire, who's about to notch up his fifth century. And a bloody Nilfgaardian who insists he isn't a Nilfgaardian.

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

Doubts. Only evil, sir, never has any. But no one can escape his destiny.

For me," mused Dandelion, "a mattress without a young woman isn't a mattress at all. It is incomplete happiness...

Our world is in equilibrium. The annihilation, the killing, of any creatures that inhabit this world upsets that equilibrium. And a lack of equilibrium brings closer extinction; extinction and the end of the world as we know it.

A coward,' he declared with dignity, when he'd stopped coughing and had got his breath back, 'dies a hundred times. A brave man dies but once. But Dame Fortune favours the brave and holds the coward in contempt.' — Dandelion