Quotes About Geralt

Nature doesn't know the concept of philosophy, Geralt of Rivia. The pathetic – ridiculous – attempts which people undertake to try to understand nature are typically termed philosophy. The results of such attempts are also considered philosophy.

I thought I was choosing the lesser evil. I chose the lesser evil. Lesser evil! I'm Geralt! Witcher…I'm the Butcher of Blaviken—

For I must tell you, gentle reader, that Geralt the Witcher was always a modest, prudent and composed man, with a soul as simple and uncomplicated as the shaft of a halberd.

Life is full of hazards, selection also occurs in life, Geralt. Misfortune, sicknesses and wars also select. Defying destiny may be just as hazardous as succumbing to it.

Geralt uniósÅ' kufel. ZnaÅ' siÄ™ z wieloma krasnoludami, wiedziaÅ', jak siÄ™ przepija i jak wznosi toasty. - Za pomyÅ›lno?? sprawy sÅ'usznej! - A na pohybel skurwysynom! - dopowiedziaÅ' krasnolud, stukajÄ…c kuflem o jego kufel.

Geralt finished his mug of herb tea, grimacing dreadfully. He valued and liked the settled elves for their intelligence, calm reserve and sense of humour, but he couldn't understand or share their taste in food or drink.

Give me my sword, Geralt.' He looked at her. Ciri stepped back involuntarily. She had never seen him with an expression like that before. 'If you had a sword, you might have to kill with it. Can you do it?' 'I don't know. Give me my sword.' 'Run. And don't look back.' Horses

What a hideous smile I have, Geralt thought, reaching for his sword. What a hideous face I have. And how hideously I squint. So that is what I look like? Damn.

Geralt groaned softly, as usual when Dandelion was assailed by nocturnal talkativeness.

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.

Geralt's expression changed a little, in what was probably supposed to be a smile.

It's time you gave up your secrets, Geralt,' Zoltan grimaced. 'Dandelion hasn't told us much we didn't know. You can't help it if you're a walking legend. They re-enact stories of your adventures in puppet theatres. Like the story about you and an enchantress by the name of Guinevere.' 'Yennefer,' Regis corrected in hushed tones. 'I saw that one. It was the story of a hunt for a genie, if my memory serves me correctly.

Geralt, who always maintained there was no such thing as an ugly woman, suddenly felt compelled to revise this opinion.

No,' she repeated. 'I cannot, Geralt. I cannot tell you that. That bird, begotten from the touch of your hand, will tell you. Bird? What is the essence of truth?' 'Truth,' the kestrel said, 'is a shard of ice.

He, Poppet, has no voice or ear, and can only rhyme "rear" with "beer". This is Geralt of Rivia, a member of the guild of witchers.

Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde. Vesemir thought it was ridiculous; pretentious and idiotic. I dare say he was right.

Let it be thus, Geralt of Rivia. Perhaps your destiny was precisely to renounce it and quit? I think that's exactly what it was. For you should know that if you had chosen, chosen correctly, you would see that the destiny you mock has been sneering at you.

Only look ye yonder, see ye those mountains? There's elves live there, that there is their kingdom. Their palaces, hear ye, are all of pure gold. Oh aye, sir! Elves, I tell ye. 'Tis awful. He who yonder goes, never returns.' 'I thought so,' said Geralt coldly. 'Which is precisely why I don't intend going there.

The witcher solemnly promised himself that nothing would surprise him anymore. "At last. Greetings, witcher." "Stregobor!" Geralt was surprised.

Spell?" The priest proudly raised his head. "I'm not a godless sorcerer! I don't cast spells! My power comes from faith and prayer!" "Can you or can't you?" "I can." "Then get on with it, because time's pressing on." "Geralt

Your songs mention no names, but we know the witcher you sing of is no other than the famous Geralt of Rivia

Only Evil and Greater Evil exist and beyond them in the shadows, lurks True Evil. True Evil, Geralt, is something you can barely imagine, even if you believe nothing can still surprise you.

They aren't elves!' yelled the horseman in the helmet with the nose-guard, drawing his sword. 'Take them alive! Alive!' One of the men who had jumped down from the wagon hesitated on hearing the order. Geralt, however, had already drawn his own sword and didn't hesitate for a second. The fervour of the other two men was somewhat cooled by the fountain of blood which spurted over them.