Prawda jest córą czasu poczętą w przypadkowym i krótkotrwałym romansie ze zbiegiem okoliczności.
They are not demons, not devils…Worse than that.They are people.
Only death can finish the fight, everything else only interrupts the fighting.
You mistake the stars reflected in the surface of the lake at night for the heavens
He knew that the disdain for death and crazy courage of youngsters stemmed from a lack of imagination.
Night and day the streets resounded with music, song, and the clinking of chalices and tankards, for it is well known that nothing is such thirsty work as the acquisition of knowledge.
I’ve never understood why the majority of human curses and insults refer to the erotic sphere. Sex is wonderful and associated with beauty, joy and pleasure. How can the names of the sexual organs be used as a vulgar synonym for ̶
The sword of destiny has two edges. You are one of them.
They weren’t lying. They firmly believed it all. Which doesn’t change the facts.
And if someone has friends, and he loses everything in spite of that, it’s obvious the friends are to blame. For what they did, or for what they didn’t do.
It is better to go forward without a goal, than to have a goal and stay in one place, and it is certainly better than to stay in one place without a goal.
No one wants to suffer. But that is the fate of each. And some suffer more. Not necessarily of their own volition. It’s not about to enduring the suffering. It’s about how you endure it.
It isn’t the evil and indecent who are flung down into the depths, no! Oh, no! The evil and decisive fling down those who are moral, honest and noble but maladroit, hesitant and full of scruples.
…But first appearances are often deceptive. Not everything monstrous looking is evil, and not everything fair is good…and in every fairytale, there is a grain of truth.
If the ability to make use of experience and draw conclusions decided, we would have forgotten what war is a long time ago. But those whose goal is war have never been held back, nor will be, by experience or analogy.
It is easy to let go of the string and think: This isn’t me, it’s the arrow. My hands do not bear the blood of this boy, it’s the arrow that killed him, not me. But the arrow does not dream at night.
A coward,’ he declared with dignity, when he’d stopped coughing and had got his breath back, ‘dies a hundred times. A brave man dies but once. But Dame Fortune favours the brave and holds the coward in contempt.’— Dandelion
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.
And why not?’ the merchant replied seriously. ‘Why not have doubts? It’s nothing but a human and good thing’.’What?”Doubt. Only an evil man, master Geralt, is without it. And no one escapes his destiny’.