Quotes About Fate

In order to become a witcher, you have to be born in the shadow of destiny, and very few are born like that.

Geralt . . . Listen to me—' 'Listen to what?' shouted the Witcher, before his voice suddenly faltered. 'I can't leave— I can't just leave her to her fate. She's completely alone . . . She cannot be left alone, Dandelion. You'll never understand that. No one will ever understand that, but I know. If she remains alone, the same thing will happen to her as once happened to me . . . You'll never understand that . .

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!

Muchos de entre los que viven merecen morir y algunos de los que mueren merecen la vida. ¿Puedes devolver la vida? Entonces no te apresures a dispensar la muerte, pues ni el más sabio conoce el fin de todos los caminos.

Shall I tell you good Witcher, what good people are ? They're people whom fate hasn't blessed with the chance of profiting from the benefits of being evil

A popular saying at King Vizimir's court held that if Dijkstra states it is noon yet darkness reigns all around, it is time to start worrying about the fate of the sun.

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.

It is easy to kill with a bow, girl. How easy it is to release the bowstring and think, it is not I, not I, it is the arrow. The blood of that boy is not on my hands. The arrow killed him, not I. But the arrow does not dream anything in the night. May you dream nothing in the night either, blue-eyed dryad. Farewell, Braenn.

In order to become a witcher, you have to be born in the shadow of destiny, and very few are born like that. That's why there are so few of us.

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.

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

The Sword of Destiny has two edges. You are one of them. The other is... Death

It's like they said! Geralt! It's like they said! Am I your destiny? Say it! Am I your destiny?' 'You're more than that, Ciri. Much more.

Everything has been, everything has happened. And everything has already been written about.

You did this because something – about which I know nothing – convinced you that destiny exists, holds sway over us, and guides us in everything we do.

I know my fate whirls about me like water in a weir. It's hard on my heels, following my tracks, but I never look back.

Nessuno vuole soffrire. Eppure è il destino di ognuno. E alcuni soffrono più degli altri. Non necessariamente per scelta. La questione non sta nel sopportare il dolore. La questione sta nel come lo si sopporta

This is what the Law of Surprise states. It is the child's, not the parent's, consent which confirms the oath, which proves that the child was born under the shadow of destiny.

In order to become a witcher, you have to be born in the shadow of destiny, and very few are born like that. That's why there are so few of us. We're growing old, dying, without anyone to pass our knowledge, our gifts, on to. We lack successors. And this world is full of Evil which waits for the day none of us are left.

The line delineated by destiny is winding, but leads to this tower. Towards annihilation, towards the destruction of established values, of the established order. But there, above the tower, do you see? A swallow. The symbol of hope. Take this sword. And may what is to come about, come about.

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.

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