Quotes from Andrzej Sapkowski

Zawsze trzeba dziaÅ'a?. ?le czy dobrze, oka?e siÄ™ pó?niej. Å»aÅ'uje siÄ™ wyÅ'Ä…cznie bezczynnoÅ›ci, niezdecydo­wania, wahania. Czynów i decyzji, cho? niekiedy przynoszÄ… smutek i ?al, nie ?aÅ'uje siÄ™.

Y a nosotros no nos queda más que la venganza. Una venganza terrible y cruel, de la que todavía circularán leyendas dentro de cien años. Leyendas que la gente temerá escuchar cuando caiga la noche.

What have you got on your eyelids?" "Greater self-esteem!

Pero esas mentiras, aunque eran mentiras, no estaban pensadas para engañar.

Sólo la muerte pondrá fin al combate, todo lo demás es una mera interrupción.

Ambition is the undoing of men. They always want what they know to be impossible and unattainable. And they are unaware of the attainable.

Z?o to z?o. Mniejsze, wi?ksze, ?rednie, wszystko jedno, proporcje s? umowne a granice zatarte (...), je?eli mam wybiera? pomi?dzy jednym z?em a drugim, to wol? nie wybiera? wcale.

Wojewoda o trudnym do zapamiÄ™tania nazwisku, któremu obiÅ'y siÄ™ wida? o uszy sprawy i problemy Czteroroga, spytaÅ' grzecznie, czy klacze dobrze siÄ™ ?rebiÄ…. Geralt odpowiedziaÅ', ?e tak, ?e znacznie lepiej od ogierów.

No. I'm a witcher! When they were teaching me, I swore I would act against Evil. Always. And without thinkin...' 'Because when you start thinking,' she added hollowly, 'killing stops making sense. Revenge stops making sense.

Ã…Ëœíká se, že pokrok zahání temnotu. Ale vždycky budou stíny. A vždycky se bude ve stínech skrývat zlo, vždycky v nich budou zuby a drápy, vražda a krev. Vždycky budou tvorové tlukoucí po nocích. A my zaklína?i jsme tady proto, abychom je ztloukli.

Dandelion,' the Witcher sighed, now genuinely tired. 'You're a cynic, a lecher, a womaniser and a liar. And there's nothing, believe me, nothing complicated about that. Goodnight.

The misfortune behaved in the eternal manner of misfortunes and hawks—it hung over them for some while waiting for an appropriate moment before it attacked.

But I've become convinced that the witcher's profession is worthy of respect. You protect us not only from the evil lurking in the darkness, but also from that which lies within ourselves. It's a shame there are so few of you.

You're talking nonsense while making wise and meaningful faces.

I love you, my daughter,' she said indistinctly. 'Run.' They

Don't mock me, Witcher. The matter is becoming serious. It's becoming ever less clear what this is all about, and when no one knows what something's about it's sure to be all about money.

Truth is one thing, poetry another.

It was as you said: what you used to be means more to people than what you are.

I wonder what else you dreamed about. That you're a frog? Calm down. You aren't. Did you dream that you're a chump? Well, that dream might have been prophetic.

And under that bridge sits a troll and demands every passerby pays him. Those who refuse have a leg injured, sometimes both. So I go to the alderman: "How much will you give me for that troll?" He's amazed. "What are you talking about?" he asks, "Who will repair the bridge if the troll's not there? He repairs it regularly with the sweat of his brow, solid work, first rate. It's cheaper to pay his toll.

There may no longer be faith nor truth in the world, but surely good sense still exists. What say you, Dandelion? Is there still good sense in the world? Or do only contemptibility and contempt remain?

When you know about something it stops being a nightmare. When you know how to fight something, it stops being so threatening. So how do you fight a ghoul, Ciri?

Politeness costs nothing.

Those are just stories, Codringher.' 'You're right: stories. But do you know when stories stop being stories? The moment someone begins to believe in them.