Quotes About Struggle

I'm alive, she thought. So it's not the end of the fight. The fight only end with death, everything else is just an interruption

Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster; for if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back into you.

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

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.

Sólo la muerte pondrá fin al combate, todo lo demás es una mera interrupción.

Ã…Ëœíká se, že pokrok zahání temnotu. Ale vždycky budou stíny. A vždycky se bude ve stínech skrývat zlo, vždycky v nich budou zuby a drápy, vražda a krev. Vždycky budou tvorové tlukoucí po nocích. A my zaklína?i jsme tady proto, abychom je ztloukli.

But I don't want to die in a war, because they're not my wars.

Padlina bÄ™dzie dla was, czarodziejów, nikt wam jej nie zabierze. Chyba ?e inne sÄ™py.

I don't know,' said Geralt with effort. 'I don't know, Yurga. Sometimes it seems to me that I know. And sometimes I have doubts. Would you like your son to have doubts like that?' 'Why not?' the merchant said gravely. 'He might as well. For it's a human and a good thing.' 'What?' 'Doubts. Only evil, sir, never has any. But no one can escape his destiny.

Ogni schermidore è un coglione quando di nemici ne ha una legione, così dicono gli elfi" "Gli elfi non sono soliti esprimersi in maniera così ordinaria

But bear in mind you are not alone. You have a gravely sick woman on your shoulders and this brat..." Ciri, who was trying to clean her dung-smeared boot on a ladder rung, raised her head.

La tua spedizione ha un fine personale e privato, anzi è il carattere di questo fine a richiedere che tu lo realizzi da solo, personalmente. Il rischio, la minaccia, la fatica, la lotta con la disperazione devono gravare solo ed esclusivamente su di te. Perché fanno parte della penitenza e del riscatto della colpa che stai perseguendo. Una sorta di battesimo del fuoco direi. Passerai attraverso il fuoco, che brucia ma al tempo stesso purifica.

Shit and cabbage always go hand in hand,' Percival Schuttenbach said pithly. 'One drives the other. It's a perpetum mobile.

Because a story where the decent ones die and the scoundrels live and carry on doing what they want is full of shit.

Oh, Stregobor, it would be great if the cruelty of rulers could be explained away by mutations or curses.

A w czasach pogardy ten, kto jest sam, musi zgin??.

Gdyby umiejÄ™tno?? korzystania z doÅ›wiadczeÅ" i wyciÄ…gania wniosków decydowaÅ'y, dawno ju? zaponielibyÅ›my, czym jest wojna. Ale tych, którzy do wojny d???, nigdy nie powstrzymywaÅ'y i nie powstrzymajÄ… doÅ›wiadczenia ani analogie.

Per lui i punti cardinali non significano granché. Gli è del tutto indifferente che direzione prendere, pur di non stare con le mani in mano. Un principio davvero degno di uno strigo. Il mondo è pieno di Male, basta solo seguire il proprio naso e distruggere il Male che s'incontra lungo la strada, servendo in tal modo la causa del Bene. Il resto viene da sé. In altre parole: il movimento è tutto, lo scopo non significa nulla.

Listen: two years ago peasants from some godforsaken

Dizem que o progresso ilumina as trevas. Mas sempre, absolutamente sempre, existirá a escuridão. E na escuridão sempre haverá o mal, sempre haverá caninos e garras, assassinatos e sangue, sempre haverá criaturas que vagueiam pela noite, perturbando.

Such double loyalty"—Geralt looked her in the eyes for the first time that evening—"is devilishly difficult to manage. Rarely does it succeed, Triss.

The line snapped with a crack and both fishermen, losing their balance, fell onto the wet sand. "Bloody hell!" Dandelion yelled so loud the echo resounded through the osiers. "So much grub escaped! I hope you die, you son-of-a-catfish!

However, when it's time to get back in the saddle after resting, it's as though your arse were shouting, 'Help! Murder!

Andrzej Sapkowski