Quotes About Sacrifice

JeÅ›li dobrze rozumiem - powiedziaÅ' - mam stan?? do pojedynku, bo je?eli odmówiÄ™, to mnie powieszÄ…. JeÅ›li bÄ™dÄ™ walczyÅ', to mam pozwoli?, by przeciwnik mnie okaleczyÅ', bo jeÅ›li ja go zraniÄ™, to mnie poÅ'amiÄ… koÅ'em. Same radosne alternatywy. A mo?e zaoszczÄ™dzi? wam kÅ'opotów? HuknÄ™ gÅ'owÄ… o pieÅ" sosny i sam siÄ™ obezwÅ'adniÄ™.

My choice...I'll tell you, Phillipa, what I've chosen. I won't allow you to involve Ciri in your dirty machinations. I am warning you. Whoever dares harm Ciri will end up like those four lying there. I won't swear an oath. I have nothing by which to swear. I simply warn you. You accused me of being a bad guardian, that I don't know how to protect the child. I will protect her. As best I can. I will kill. I will kill mercilessly...

If the world is to be saved like that-' the Witcher lifted his head '-it would be better for it to perish

Krew na twoich r?kach, Falka, krew na twej sukience P?o?, p?o?, Falka, za twe zbrodnie Sp?o? i skonaj w m?ce!

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

He would not even have declined had she suggested they walked into hell to drink a cup of boiling tar with some fiery demons.

A ty? Ty nie miewasz ju? snów? - Miewam - powiedziaÅ' z goryczÄ…. - Ale od przekroczenia Jarugi bardzo rzadko. I w ogóle ich nie pamiÄ™tam po przebudzeniu. CoÅ› siÄ™ we mnie skoÅ"czyÅ'o, Cahir. CoÅ› siÄ™ wypaliÅ'o. CoÅ› siÄ™ we mnie urwaÅ'o... - To nic, Geralt. Ja bÄ™dÄ™ Å›niÅ' za nas obu.

No, Chireadan,' he answered. 'I wouldn't disagree. Thank you for the warning. But this only concerns Dandilion. He suffered at my side, in my presence. I didn't manage to save him and I couldn't help him. I'd sit on a scorpion with my bare backside if I knew it would help him.

The Witcher bounding softly, the girl trotting, the Witcher on his knees, the girl's thin hands around his neck, the mousy hair on his shoulders.

He who has spilt blood and he who has drunk blood,' the girl said, her head still lowered, 'shall pay in blood. Within three days one shall die in the other, and something shall die in each. They shall die inch by inch, piece by piece… And when finally the iron-shod clogs wear out and the tears dry, then the last shreds will pass. Even that which never dies shall die.

You don't believe in it, you say. Well you're right, in a way. 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. And sometimes, True Evil seizes you by the throat and demands you choose between it and another, slightly lesser, Evil.

War demands casualties. Peace, it turns out, does too.

You'll pass through fire, which burns, but also purges. And you'll do it alone. For were someone to support you in this, help you, take on even a scrap of that baptism of fire, that pain, that penance, they would, by the same token, impoverish you. They would deprive you of part of the expiation you desire, which would be owed to them for their involvement.

And what kind of love would it be if the one who loves were not capable of a little sacrifice?

Non mi hanno insegnato a curare. Mi hanno insegnato a uccidere, spiegandomi che in questo modo avrei potuto salvare delle vite. Era una grossa menzogna, Cavallino. Mi hanno ingannato.

Andrzej Sapkowski

Então, o profeta Lebioda disse: ‹‹Pega nesse teu gato que faz ageneiras e te dá constantes prejuízos e entrega-o ao teu próximo. Terás satisfação a dobrar. Livras-te do gato e farás o teu próximo feliz. Pois na maioria dos casos, o próximo não quer o presente, quer, isso sim, ser presenteado.››

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.

Ma ci sono cose... che non si possono ottenere neppure con la magia. E ci sono doni che non si possono ricevere se non si è in grado di ricambiare... con qualcosa di altrettanto prezioso. In caso contrario, un tale dono scivola tra le dita, si scioglie come una scheggia di ghiaccio stretta in mano. Rimane solo il rimpianto, un sentimento di perdita e di torto subito...

Risikos, Bedrohung, Mühe, der Kampf mit dem Zweifel müssen auf dir lasten und ausschließlich auf dir. Denn sie sind ja ein Teil der Buße, der Erlösung von Schuld, die du erlangen willst. So eine Art Feuertaufe.

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.

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.