Quotes from Andrzej Sapkowski

To be neutral does not mean to be indifferent or insensitive. You don't have to kill your feelings. It's enough to kill hatred within yourself.

For whoever doesn't overcome the cowardice inside themselves will die of fear to the end of their days. The

You remind me, Geralt, of an old fisherman who, toward the end of his life, discovers that fish stink and the breeze from the sea makes your bones ache. Be consistent. Talking and regretting won't get you anywhere.

It's impossible to repay something that has no price. Some say everything in the world–everything, with no exception–has a price. It's not true. There are things with no price, things that are priceless. But you realise it belatedly: when you lose them, you lose them forever and nothing can get them back for you. I have lost many such things. Which is why I can't help you today.

I believe you, why not?' she finally said. 'Men like to meet their former lovers, like to relive memories. They like to imagine that erstwhile erotic ecstasies give them some kind of perpetual ownership of their partner. It enhances their self-importance. You are no exception. In spite of everything.

Your goal is a world without monsters, a world which is peaceful and safe. A world where witchers are unnecessary. A paradox, isn't it?' 'True.

a memory from one's youth is a lovely thing. It's not easy to get rid of such a memento. Even if now it's passé and pompously banal.

The past, present and future lurk in every moment of time. Eternity is hidden in every moment of time. Do you understand?' 'No.' 'Never mind.

Wars aren't waged to destroy. Wars are waged for two reasons. One is power and the other is money.

In each of us lies a creditor and a debtor at once and the art is for the reckoning to tally inside us. We enter the world as a minute part of the life we are given, and from then on we are ever paying off debts. To ourselves. For ourselves. In order for the final reckoning to tally.' 'Is

You remind me, Geralt, of an old fisherman who, towards the end of his life, discovers that fish stink and the breeze from the sea makes your bones ache. Be consistent. Talking and regretting won't get you anywhere. If I were to find that the demand for poetry had come to an end, I'd hang up my lute and become a gardener. I'd grow roses.

It isn't the evil and indecent who are flung down into the depths, no! Oh, no! The evil and decisive fling down those who are moral, honest and noble but maladroit, hesitant and full of scruples.

I warrant, Ciri, that it is better to count yourself amongst those few than amongst everyone.

Unbridled altruism is a huge vice of mine,' he explained. 'I simply have to do good. I am a sensible dwarf, however, and know that I'm unable to do everyone good. Were I to attempt to be good to everyone, to the entire world and to all the creatures living in it, it would be a drop of fresh water in the salt sea. In other words, a wasted effort. Thus, I decided to do specific good; good which would not go to waste. I'm good to myself and my immediate circle.

No sabemos mucho del amor. Con el amor es como con la pera. La pera es dulce y tiene forma. Intentad definir la forma de la pera." Jaskier en "Tiempo de Odio".

After all,' added Sheala, pouting her lips, 'it's befallen all of us at some time. Each of us, sitting here, has been cheated, taken advantage of, and made a laughing stock of by some man, at some time.

I was deprived of the ability to feel so I wouldn't be able to feel how dreadfully vile is that vileness, so I wouldn't retreat from it, wouldn't run horror-stricken from it. Yes, I was stripped of feelings. But not utterly. Whoever did it made a botch of it, Yen.

The changeability of the world is, as it happens, the only thesis in this treatise you can agree with.

Playing the bagpipes – as everyone knows – is the best remedy for depression

Ciri accusava con voce stridula Cohen di imbrogliare al gioco. Cohen l'abbracciò e scoppiò a ridere. La maga si rese conto all'improvviso che fino ad ora non aveva mai sentito ridere uno strigo.

Cahir, wrinkling his brow imperiously, shouted back something menacing about imperial service, backing up his words with the classically military and ever effective 'for fuck's sake'.

The mind's properties, the character, feelings, thoughts. The soul. Which would confirm what most sorcerers and all priests would deny. That the soul is also matter.' 'Blasphemy!

They were caring and tender and, although neither quite knew what caring and tenderness were, they succeeded because they very much wanted to. And they were in no hurry whatsoever. The whole world had ceased to exist for a brief moment, but to them, it seemed like a whole eternity.

Ha, ha. I, my dear Ciri, am a poet. Poets know everything about things like this. I'll tell you something else; poets know more about this sort of thing than the people involved do.