Quotes About World

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

There may no longer be faith nor truth in the world, but surely good sense still exists. What say you, Dandelion? Is there still good sense in the world? Or do only contemptibility and contempt remain?

Mistrust regarding me?' 'Regarding the world, Ciri. A world in which a deceptive appearance dons the mask of truth to pull the wool over the eyes of another truth - a false one, incidentally, which also tries to deceive.

The world is falling to ruins," repeated Coën, nodding his head in feigned thoughtfulness. "How many times I've heard that." "Me, too," Lambert grimaced. "And it's not surprising – it's a popular saying of late.

carry on killing monsters in the ruins of this world until some monster kills me. That is my fate, my reason, my life and my attitude to the world. And it is not what I chose. It was chosen for me.

I'll defend Nilfgaardian children. And even if the world lies in ruin - which does not seem likely to me - I'll carry on killing monsters in the ruins of this world until some monster has killed me. That is my fate, my reason, my life and my attitude to the world. And it is not what I chose. It was chosen for me.

You can be certain I'll remember. In this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.

The world is huge," repeated the elf. "That's true, human. But you have changed this world. At first, you used force to change it. You treated it as you treat anything that falls into your hands. Now it looks as if the world has started to fit in with you. It's given way to you. It's given in." Geralt didn't reply.

Yes, yes," sighed Dandilion anew. "The world is changing, the sun sets, and the vodka is coming to an end.

In this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.' 'That

You have captured the whole world, man, you are everywhere. Everywhere you introduce what you call modernity, the era of change, what you call progress. But we want neither you nor your progress here. We do not desire the changes you bring. We do not desire anything you bring.

The merchant, lowering his head, said nothing. 'Well, what can I say, it's a base world,' he finally muttered. 'But that's no reason for us all to become despicable. What we need is kindness. My father taught me that and I teach it to my sons.

the honest truth and faithful history of a world where he who shatters the skulls of others most efficiently and swells women's bellies fastest, reign

There may no longer be faith nor truth in the world, but surely good sense still exists.

El mundo es grande —repitió el elfo—. Eso es cierto, humano. Pero vosotros cambiasteis el mundo. Al principio lo cambiasteis a la fuerza, obrasteis con él como con todo lo que ha caído en vuestras manos. Ahora resulta que el mundo ha comenzado a adaptarse a vosotros. Se ha plegado ante vosotros. Os obedece.

this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.

The great and grandiosely heralded feast,' began Geralt, 'was preceded by serious preparations. We had to find Milva, who'd hidden in the stables, and convince her that the fate of Ciri and almost the entire world depended on her participation in the banquet. We almost had to force her into a dress. Then we had to make Angoulême promise she would avoid saying "fuck" and "arse".

Everything in this world,' Urban Horn observed casually, 'occurs under the banner of the fight for truth. And though it usually concerns all sorts of truths, one truth benefits from it. The real truth

You can be certain I will," Geralt said, taking the sword and slinging it across his back. "You can be certain I'll remember. In this rotten world, Zoltan Chivay, goodness, honesty and integrity become deeply engraved in the memory.

Why don't you humans finally realize that your domination of the world is as natural and repellant as lice multiplying in a sheepskin coat? You could propose we cohabit with lice and get the same reaction—and I'd listen to the lice as attentively if they, in return for our acknowledgment of their supremacy, were to agree to allow common use of the coat.

Come su tutte le lame di Viroleda, vi è inciso: 'Non sguainarla senza ragione, non rinfoderarla senza onore'. Ah! A Viroleda continuano a incidere questa iscrizione. Ma in tutto il mondo queste lame finiscono in mano a farabutti e a sciocchi. In tutto il mondo l'onore è sceso di prezzo, perché al giorno d'oggi è una merce difficile da vendere...

So you've got the honest truth and faithful history of a world where he who shatters the skulls of others most efficiently and swells women's bellies fastest, reigns.

Is there still good sense in the world? Or do only contemptibility and contempt remain?

It drew us, because life is made of bits of the present that stay in the mind. The world itself, really, is made of that.