Quotes from Joe Abercrombie

Minden varázslatnak ára van, és azt senki sem fizeti meg szívesen.

La ignorancia es la más dulce de las medicinas.

There was no such thing as luck. Luck was a word idiots used to explain the consequences of their own rashness, and selfishness, and stupidity. More often than not, bad luck meant bad plans.

No hay nada como contemplar la desgracia ajena para olvidarse de la propia.

There's no style of contempt like the stuff one kind of savage has for another,

Nem lett volna szabad reménykednie, de a remények olyanok, akár a gyom: mindegy, milyen gyakran tépi ki az ember, mindig újra kihajtanak.

A man's worst enemies are his own ambitions.

La historia está llena de hombres buenos muertos.

But guilt only really hurts when there's nothing else to worry about.

Chief without soldiers is just a very lonely man in a big bloody field

She brushed the tip of his nose with a finger. "Oh my poor baby, are you scared of him?" He rolled away from her onto his back. "A little. Everyone should be at least a little scared of Bremer dan Gorst.

I think I've had quite enough of other people's happiness.

Fencing is one thing,' he said. 'Actual violence quite another. Few of us are made for it. It is healthy to be disabused of our self-deceptions every now and then, even if it hurts.

One cannot eliminate unhappiness any more than one can eliminate darkness.

But I never stop trying. Doing better next time, after all, that's what life is.

Cuanto menos tiempo tienes, menos quieres arriesgar el que te queda

Olyan rendben tartsd a hazugságaidat, mint a télire eltett vet?magot.

Those fucking spurs! Stealthy, I said! You might as well hang a bell off your cock!

That's the problem with mistakes. You can make'em in an instant. Years upon years spent tiptoeing about like a fool, then you take your eye away for a moment and ... Bang.

if enough people got angry enough, they could change things. Now anger was the answer to everything.

An open mind is like to an open wound,' growled Glokta. 'Vulnerable to poison. Liable to fester. Apt to give its owner only pain.

The worst?" Dogman stared at him. "You sure? What about if Bethod does come, and his Carls kick your wall over like a pile o' turds and kill every last one of us?" Crummock's brow furrowed. He frowned down at the ground. He squinted up at the clouds. "True," he said, breaking out in a smile. "That is worse. You got a fast mind, lad.

Right things, wrong things, well...it's all a matter of where you stand. Every choice is good for some, bad for others.

La belleza de hacerte promesas a ti misma es que nadie más se queja si no las cumples.