Assassin's Creed Quotes

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die. -Leonardo Da Vinci

Everything is permitted, Nothing is true.

Where other men blindly follow the truth, Remember, nothing is true. Where other men are limited by morality or law, Remember, everything is permitted. We work in the dark to serve the light.

Self expression is a vital part of understanding life, and enjoying it to the full.

Only a mind free of impediment is capable of grasping the chaotic beauty of the world. This is our greatest asset.

It is not our right to punish one for thinking as he does, no matter how much we disagree.

Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine' -the Wisdom of our Creed is revealed through these words - 'We work in the Dark, to serve the Light. We are Assassins.' --Machiavelli

I am an expert swordsman. And I am skilled in the business of death. I take no pleasure in my skill. Simply, I am good at it.

To say that nothing is true is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile and that we must be the shepherds of our civilization. To say that everything is permitted is to understand that we are the architects of our actions, and that we must live with their consequences, whether glorious of tragic.

Nothing is real.; Everything is permitted.

Listen, do you really expect me to believe that God lives beneath the Vatican?- Ezio Auditore

Do not fear the darkness, but welcome it's embrace.

It is one thing to have a mind that is open. It is quite another to have one so open that the birds can shit into it.

Seré tu guía, Ezio. Pero antes debes aprender a abrir tu mente, y a recordar siempre lo siguiente: nada es verdad. Todo está permitido.

Death doesn’t wait for you to finish a book.” “Then read what you can, while you can.

Our Creed does not command us to be free. It commands us to be wise.

Don't think I have any intention of caressing your cheek and saying I was wrong," he said softly as I watched the life ebb out of him. "I will not weep and wonder what might have been. I'm sure you understand.

Our lives are so brief and unimportant. The cosmos cares nothing for us. For what we've done; Had we wrought evil instead of good. Had I chosen to abuse the Apple instead of seal it away. None of it would have mattered. There is no counting. No reckoning. No final judgement. There is simply silence. And darkness. Utter and absolute... -Altair

It is a good life we lead, brother,' said Federico with uncharacteristic solemnity. 'The best,' Ezio agreed.'And may it never change.' They both paused - neither wishing to break the perfection of the moment - but after a while Federico quietly spoke.'May it never change us either, fratellino.

To say that nothing is true, is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile, and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted, is to understand that we are the architects of our actions, and that we must live with their consequences, whether glorious or tragic.

We are what we choose to be.

People are quick to judge but slow to correct themselves- Ezio Auditore

Requiescat in pace -Ezio Auditore

Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted

Learning is knowledge and knowledge is freedom and power. He knew that. He had forgotten that, somehow. But he knew it once more.

What is the truth?’ he asked. ‘We place faith in ourselves,’ replied Altaïr (...) ‘We see the world as it really is, and hope that one day all mankind might see the same.’ ‘What is the world, then?’ ‘An illusion,’ replied Altaïr. ‘One we can either submit to – as most do – or transcend.’ ‘And what is it to transcend?’ 'To recognize that laws arise not from divinity, but reason. I understand now that our Creed does not command us to be free.’ And suddenly he really did understand. ‘It commands us to be wise

We live entirely in the past, nourished by dead thoughts, dead creeds, dead sciences. And it is the past which is engulfing us, not the future. The future always has and always will belong to—the poet.

The important thing to know about an assassination or an attempted assassination is not who fired the shot, but who paid for the bullet.

The Templars lost their Christianity when they discovered banking,

It is too late for me to feel paternal now. Whatever inside me that might once have been capable of nurturing my child had long since been corrupted or burned away. Years of betrayal and slaughter have seen to that.

Men must be free to do as they believe,” he told Jubair. He withdrew the blade from Jubair’s neck. Blood dripped to the marble. “It is not our right to punish one for thinking what he does, no matter how much we disagree.

Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

most men are so afraid of beautiful girls that anyone who actually plucks up the courage to have a chat stands at an immediate advantage

I could have reached him in three quick strides and slipped my blade into his spine before he had the chance to fart.

I am already dead inside. But I will finish what I have to do.

You'll forgive me if I've grown tired of waiting for humanity to wake up.

It’s incredible. The more we learn about the world, the less we seem to know.

Some men cannot be reasoned with.

You take what you can get and hold on tight to it- by any means necessary. After all you only live once.

I have sworn to be done with it. To not gaze into its core. but faced as I am with the prospect of my end, what harm is there I one last look . .

A warning to you both - choose to follow me or oppose me and I will kill you. -Connor Kenway

It's better to have faith in something than none at all.

These bits of paper are covered with lies. They poison your minds. And so long as they exist, you cannot hope to see the world as it truly is.(...)You turn to them for answers and salvation. (...) You rely more upon them than upon yourselves. This makes you weak and stupid. You trust in words. Drops of ink. Do you ever stop to think of who put them there? Or why? No. You simply accept their words without question. And what if those words speak falsely, as they often do? This is dangerous.

When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it. Many decades would pass before I understood the meaning of all three. And now, the twilight of my life, this understanding has passed into contentment. Love, liberty, and time: once so disposable, are the fuels that drive me forward. And love, most especially, mio caro. For you, our children, our brothers and sisters. And for the vast and wonderful world that gave us life, and keeps us guessing. Endless affection, mia Sofia. Forever yours, Ezio Auditore.

In a world without gold, we might've been Heroes!

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die. – Leonardo da Vinci

No!" He recoiled. "You and I are finished." "Son..." I started. But he rounded on me. "Do you think me so soft that calling me son might change my mind? How long did you sit on this information? Or am I to believe you only discovered it now? My mother's blood may stain another's hands, but Charles Lee is no less a monster, and all he does, he does by your command.

They do not learn, fixed in their ways as they are. You are naïve to think otherwise. It’s an illness, Assassin, for which there is but one cure.’ ‘You’re wrong. And that’s why you must be put to rest.’ ‘Am I not unlike those precious books you seek to save? A source of knowledge with which you disagree? Yet you’re rather quick to steal my life.’ ‘A small sacrifice to save many. It is necessary.

Did you know?" I snarled. "Did you help take my father and corrupt my life?

By God, you Assassins are a cheery bunch, eh? All frowns and furrowed brows.” He glared at me. “Captain Kenway. You have remarkable skill.” “Ah, thanks, mate. It comes natural.

To say that nothing is true, is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile, and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted, is to understand that we are the architects of our actions, and that we must live with their consequences, whether glorious or tragic.

we’re all in the business of selling ideas to the masses, and we all think our ideas are the ones to save the world,

Why should some poor animal die just because it tastes good to us?

I have seen enough for one lifetime!

Life's hardest choices are the ones that force you to question your own moral code.

The crowd began to murmur, but then a firm voice stilled it. Giovanni Auditore was speaking.'It is you who is the traitor, Uberto. You, one of my closest associates and friends, in whom I entrusted my life! And I am a fool. I did not see that you are one of them!' Here he raised his voice to a great cry of anguish and of rage.'You may take our lives today, but mark this - we will have yours in return!' -Giovanni Auditore, Before his execution

You can take your creed and shove it where the sun don't shine

What do you know? Have you ever wanted something that much?

the world is a tapestry of many colours and patterns. A just leader would celebrate this, not seek to unravel it.

From now, his life was forged for one purpose and one purpose alone- revenge.

Tyranny is always better organized than freedom.

Sometimes standing against evil is more important than defeating it. The greatest heroes stand because it is right to do so, not because they believe they will walk away with their lives.

Mother. Father. I am sorry. I have failed you both. I made a promise to protect our people, Mother. I thought if I could stop the Templars, If I could keep the revolution free from their influence, then those I supported would do what was right. They did, I suppose, do what was right - what was right for them. As for you, Father, I thought I might unite us, that we would forget the past and forge a better future. In time, I believed you could be made to see the world as I do - to understand. But it was just a dream. This, too, I should have known. Were we not meant to live in peace, then? Is that it? Are we born to argue? To fight? So many voices - each demanding something else. "It has been hard at times, but never harder than today. To see all I worked for perverted, discarded, forgotten. You would say I have described the whole of history, Father. Are you smiling, then? Hoping I might speak the words you long to hear? To validate you? To say that all along you were right? I will not. Even now, faced as I am with the truth of your cold words, I refuse. Because I believe things can still change. "I may never succeed. The Assassins may struggle another thousand years in vain. But we will not stop." "Compromise. That's what everyone has insisted on. And so I have learnt it. But differently than most, I think. I realize now that it will take time, that the road ahead is long and shrouded in darkness. It is a road which will not always take me where I wish to go - and I doubt I will live to see it end. But I will travel down it nonetheless." "For at my side walks hope. In the face of all that insists I turn back, I carry on: this, this is my compromise.

How naïve to believe that there might be a single answer to every question. Every mystery. That there exists a lone, divine light that rules over everything. They say it is a light that brings truth and love. I say it is a light that blinds us—and forces us to stumble about in ignorance. I long for the day when men will turn away from invisible monsters, and once more embrace a more rational view of the world. But these new religions are so convenient—and promise such terrible punishment should one reject them—I worry that fear shall keep us stuck to what is truly the greatest lie ever told . . .

Requiescat in pace.

I wish I could say I'm sorry. But I tend to get what I want.

And if there is anything- anything- I want, I take it!

I know what I want! Why shouldn't I live for myself, for a change?

The people NEVER have the power.. Only the ILLUSION of it.

Per credere in modo differente, bisogna pensare in modo differente

A wounded heart sees all wisdom as the point of a knife.

Being a poet doesn't automatically emasculate you, Claudia.

Sometimes our worst premonitions are the least reliable.

Ezio considered the new century they were in - the sixteenth. And only near its beginning. What would unfold during it, he could only guess; he knew that, at his age, he would not see very much more of it. More discoveries, and more wars, no doubt. But essentially the same play repeating itself - and the same actors, only with different costumes and different props for each generation that swallows up the last, each thinking that it would be the one to do better.

Yet it cannot be called prowess to kill fellow citizens, to betray friends, to be treacherous, pitiless, irreligious. These ways can win a prince power, but never glory. Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince

There are plenty of reasons to kill a man: duty, honour, vengeance. All of them might give you pause for thought. And a reason for guilty reflection afterwards. But self-protection or protection of another, killing in the name of protection, that is one reason you should never have to worry about.

People have to die for things to change.

You cannot kill me! No man can murder me!

Chains will not hold me! I will not die by the hand of man!

For as long as we continue to reproduce, we will give rise to doubters and challengers.

Principle and practice are two very different beasts. I see the world the way it is - not as I wish it would be.

Find your advantage and use it. Keep your friends guessing as you do your enemies, you never know when their loyalties might change.

Tal vez hoy nos robes la vida, pero ten en cuenta lo siguiente: ¡nosotros nos llevaremos a cambio la tuya!

caution is nothing without charisma, if a man plays the fool, then its only fool's he'll persuade, but appear to be the devil... then all men will submit

Beware of the easy path. Knowledge grows only through challenge.

Once there, he was met by Rosa, who greeted him with a lingering kiss. “Put your dagger back in its sheath,” she smiled as their bodies pressed together. “You’re the one who made me draw it. And you’re the one,” he added knowingly, “with its sheath.” She took his hand. “Come on, then.

Ah, I am weary of this fight, Claudia … Weary not because I am tired, but because our struggle seems to move in one direction only … towards chaos. Today I have more questions than answers. This is why I have come so far: to find clarity. To find the wisdom left behind by the Great Mentor, so that I may better understand the purpose of our fight, and my place in it. Should anything happen to me, dear Claudia … should my skills fail me, or my ambition lead me astray, do not seek revenge or retribution in my memory, but fight to continue the search for truth so that all may benefit. My story is one of many thousands, and the world will suffer if it ends too soon.

Gift cards?” Hi’s complaining brought me back to the present. “Why not just hand me a note that says: I don’t care enough to make an effort.” April 7. Hiram Stolowitski’s sixteenth birthday. “When exactly were we supposed to shop?” Shelton was scrolling Rex Gable emails on his laptop. “It’s been a hectic week, bro.” “I bought you Assassin’s Creed six weeks before your birthday,” Hi shot back. “Waited in line all afternoon. The guy behind me smelled like fish tacos, but I stuck it out.” Ben clapped Hi’s shoulder. “If it helps, I didn’t remember to get you any gift. Tory and Shelton picked that up. I signed the card though. See? Ben. Right there.” “These are the memories that scar,” Hi huffed. “I’m gonna be so complicated when I grow up. I’ll probably film documentaries.

That is one of the moral paradoxes mankind will wrestle with until the day he becomes truly civilized,” replied Piri. “Is it evil to use evil to combat evil? Is agreeing with that argument merely a simple justification for something none of us should really do?” “For now,” said Ezio, “there is not leisure to ponder such questions.

The Creed of the Assassin Brotherhood teaches us that nothing is forbidden to us. Once, I thought that meant we were free to do as we would. To pursue our ideals, no matter the cost. I understand now. Not a grant of permission. The Creed is a warning. Ideals too easily give way to dogma. Dogma becomes fanaticism. No higher power sits in judgement of us. No supreme being watches to punish us for our sins. In the end, only we ourselves can guard against our obsessions. Only we can decide whether the road we walk carries too high a toll. We believe ourselves redeemers, avengers, saviours. We make war on those who oppose us, and they in turn make war on us. We dream of leaving our stamp upon the world... even as we give our lives in a conflict that will be recorded in no history book. All that we do, all that we are, begins and ends with ourselves.

–Nosotros somos los Asesinos.

Nothing is true, everything is permitted. We work in the dark, to serve the light. We are Assassins!

sementara aku kira aku sedang belajar bagaimana caranya hidup, aku sedang belajar bagaimana caranya mati. —Leonardo da Vinci

What is this that Templars would attend his funeral?

This was something to aspire to, to craft an entire life from. Be good. Protect the innocent. Take down the corrupt. Focus on the day to day, but also look to the future.

A morte não espera você terminar um livro. Então leia o que puder, enquanto puder.

Over time, and sentence uttered long and loud enough becomes fixed. Becomes a truth. Provided, of course, you can outlast the dissent and silence your opponents. But should you succeed - and remove all challengers - then what remains is, by default, now true. Is it truth in some objective sense? No. But how does one ever achieve an objective point of view? The answer is you don't. It is literally, physically impossible. There are too many variables. Too many fields and formulae to consider. We can try, of course. We can inch closer and closer to a revelation. But we'll never reach it. Not ever . . . And so I have realized, that so long as The Templar exist, they will attempt to bend reality to their will. They recognize there is no such thing as an absolutely truth - or if there is - we are hopelessly underequipped to recognize it. And so in its place, they seek to create their own explanation. It is the guiding principle of their so-named "New World Order"; To reshape existence in their own image. It is not about artifacts. Not about men. These are merely tools. It's about concepts. Clever of them. For how does one wage war against a concept? It is the perfect weapon. It lacks a physical form yet can alter the world around us in numerous, often violent ways. You cannot kill a creed. Even if you kill all of its adherents, destroy all of its writings - these are a reprieve at best. Some one, some day, will rediscover it. Reinvent it. I believe that even we, the Assassins, have simple re-discovered an Order that predates the Old Man himself . . .

Leave your sacred cave, son of Philyra, and marvel at the spirit and great strength of this woman; look at what a struggle she is engaged in, with a fearless head, this young girl with a heart more than equal to any toil; her mind is not shaken with the cold wind of fear. From what mortal was she born? From what stock has this cutting been taken, that she should be living in the hollows of the shady mountains and putting to the test her boundless valor? Is it lawful to lay my renowned hand on her? And to cut the honey-sweet grass of her bed?” -Pythian 9 For Telesicrates of Cyrene Hoplite Race

So you don't like fish?” “Not especially,” he replied in an equally soft voice. Then a wicked glint lit his eyes. “Unless it has long, slimy tentacles and suckers, with tiny black eyes that have been boiled in soup...” “Oh, hush!” Sora laughed. “Are you describing yourself? I think I've seen a few tentacles under that cloak...” The assassin grimaced. “You're very clever.” “I learned it from you,” she grinned. “We'll have to put a stop to that.” Sora's grin widened. “You could always throw me to the sea.” Crash laughed. “That wouldn't work. As I recall, you're a very good swimmer.” The compliment was unexpected. He had adopted a deep tone that Sora had never heard before. It sent shivers across her skin and she shifted in her seat, strangely excited. “I could teach you,” she said. “Why don't we have our first lesson in the bath?

headquarters permanently to Rome. Rome was at the center of world affairs, as it was also the center of world corruption. Where else could be better suited—especially now that Monteriggioni was no longer a viable option? He also had plans for a system of distribution of the Brotherhood’s funds in response to individual Assassins’ successfully completed missions. Those diamonds he’d taken from the slave traders had come in very handy, a welcome addition to the campaign fund. One day… But “one day” was still a long way off. The Brotherhood still had no new elected leader, though by common consent and by virtue of their actions, he and Machiavelli had become its temporary chiefs. But they were still only temporary. Nothing had been ratified in formal council. And Caterina preyed on his mind. He had left Claudia to oversee the renovation of the Rosa in Fiore without any supervision or interference. Let her sink or swim in her own overweening confidence! It’d be no fault of his if she sank. But the brothel was an important link in his network, and he admitted to himself that if he really had had absolutely no faith in her, he might have leaned on her harder in the first place. Now was the time to put her work—what she had achieved—to the test. When he returned to the Rosa in Fiore, he was as surprised as he was pleased. Just as successful, he hoped, as his own previous transformations in the city, and at Bartolomeo’s barracks, had been (though even for those he was modest and realistic enough not to take all the credit). But he hid his delight as he took in the sumptuous rooms hung with costly tapestries, the wide sofas, the soft silk cushions, and the white wines chilled with ice—an