Quotes from Andrzej Sapkowski

Du hast den Himmel mit den Sternen verwechselt, die sich nachts im Teich spiegeln.

Because your faith and sacrifice, the price you're paying for your silence, will make you a better, a greater being. Or, at least, it could. But my faithlessness can do nothing. It's powerless. 'You ask what I believe in, in that case.' 'I believe in the sword.

If I want something, I don't dream of it—I act. And I always get what I want.

Una volta, un sovrano ha offeso l'orgoglio di uno strigo proponendogli un lavoro che non si addiceva al nostro onore e al nostro codice. Come se non bastasse, non prendendo atto del suo gentile rifiuto, voleva impedirgli di lasciare il castello. Tutti coloro che poi hanno commentato l'episodio hanno convenuto nell'affermare che non era stata la migliore delle sue idee.

What's a bridge doing in this wilderness anyhow?' 'That there bridge,' Sheepbagger said, 'was built by trolls in the olden days, and whoever came this way had to pay them a pretty penny. But since folk seldom came this way the trolls were reduced to beggary. But the bridge remains.

Intoleranta si superstitia au fost intotdeauna trasaturi ale prostilor din multime si niciodata, din cate cred eu, nu vor fi smulse din radacini, pentru ca sunt la fel de vesnice ca prostia insasi. Acolo unde astazi se inalta muntii vor fi candva mari, acolo unde astazi se involbureaza marile vor fi maine pustiuri. Numai prostia tot prostia ramane. Nicodemus de Boot, Meditatii despre viatam fericire si bunastare

Though man can bend rods of steel, women will always bring him to heel.

La medianoche se acerca, el fuego se marchita. Me quedaré un rato todavía, siempre me salen mejor las rimas junto a un fuego que se apaga.

the Dank Wilderness was so dank it would have been difficult to imagine anything danker

The night around them was also alive with the intermittent cries and groans of the wounded. The pleading and sighs of the dying. They didn't hear it. They had become accustomed to the sounds of suffering and dying, and those sounds were ordinary, natural to them, as integrated into the night as the croaking of frogs in the marshes by the River Chotla or the singing of cicadas in the acacia trees by Golden Pond.

Speed, Ciri, not strength. Strength is necessary for a lumberjack axing trees in a forest. That's why, admittedly, girls are rarely lumberjacks. Have you got that?

La intolerancia y la superstición siempre fueron propiedad de los tontos que hay entre el vulgo y nunca, opino, podrán ser arrancados de la tierra, pues tan eternos son como la misma estupidez. Allá, donde hoy se irguen montañas, habrá alguna vez mar, allá, donde hoy se encrespa el mar, habrá alguna vez desierto. Pero la estupidez permanecerá como estupidez.

A little further away, between two matrons, sat Emiel Regis. He was dressed in a black, velvet jacket, looking like a vampire.

He cuts the flat head from the body of the idr

JeÅ›li zginie i zniknie pojÄ™cie woli i poddania, rozkazu i posÅ'uszeÅ"stwa, wÅ'adcy i poddanki, wtedy osiÄ…ga siÄ™ jedno??. WspólnotÄ™, poÅ'Ä…czenie siÄ™ w jednÄ… caÅ'o??. Wzajemne przenikniÄ™cie. A gdy coÅ› takiego nastÄ…pi, Å›mier? przestaje siÄ™ liczy?.

Even for an end that was justified by the means?' 'One can always find a less drastic means.' The emperor wiped his face. 'There are always plenty of them.

In che cosa consiste l'autentica virilità se non in una ben proporzionata miscela di classe e follia?

Whosoever sheds man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed. Genesis, 9:6 Verily, great self-righteousness and great blindness are needed to call the gore pouring from the scaffold justice. Vysogota

Because your faith and sacrifice, the price you're paying for your silence, will make you a better, a greater being. Or, at least, it could. But my faithlessness can do nothing. It's powerless.

There are fewer and fewer monsters? And I? What am I? Who's shouting? The birds? The woman in a sheepskin jacket and blue dress? The roses from Nazair? How quiet! How empty. What emptiness. Within me.

I'm riding with them because I am a servile golem. Because I'm a wisp of oakum blown by the wind along the highway. Tell me, where should I go? And for what? At least here some people have gathered with whom I have something to talk about. People who don't break off their conversations when I approach. People who, though they may not like me, say it to my face, and don't throw stones from behind a fence.

To nie ba??, to ?ycie, Parszywe, zÅ'e, ci??kie, nie szczÄ™dzÄ…ce pomyÅ'ek, krzywd, ?alu, rozczarowaÅ" i nieszcz???, nie szczÄ™dzÄ…ce ich nikomu, ani wied?minowi, ani królowym. (...) to nie ba??, ale ?ycie, które sami musimy zapeÅ'nia? sobie momentami szcz??cia, bo na los i jego uÅ›miechy liczy?, jak wiesz, nie mo?na.

The challenge you have in front of you is the same one we face: to survive and stay alive. In order for this noble mission to continue. Or live an ordinary life, but so as not to be ashamed at the hour of death.

Poveš?u vas kroz vatru. Navikla sam. - Ne moraš to da radiš, Milva. - Naravno da ne moram. Onda, uzjahujmo! Kre?emo ve? jednom!