Geralt Of Rivia Quotes

Nature doesn’t know the concept of philosophy, Geralt of Rivia. The pathetic – ridiculous – attempts which people undertake to try to understand nature are typically termed philosophy. The results of such attempts are also considered philosophy.

...Maybe one day it will be that you will need help ...Then call, call into the night. And I'll come.” -Geralt of Rivia

- ბოროტება ბოროტებაა, სტრებოგორ - მხედვარი წამოდგა, - ნაკლები, მეტი, საშუალო - სულერთია. ზომები პირობითია, საზღვრები - არეული.

It's an invention, a fairy tale devoid of any sense, like all the legends in which good spirits and fortune tellers fulfill wishes. Stories like that are made up by poor simpletons, who can't even dream of fulfilling their wishes and desires themselves. I'm pleased you're not one of them, Geralt of Rivia. It makes you closer in spirit to me. If I want something, I don't dream of it—I act. And I always get what I want.

-Como muy bien has advertido, esto no es un cuento, sino la vida real. Terrible y malvada. Y por eso, maldita sea, vivámosla lo mejor y más decentemente posible. Limitemos la cantidad de los daños realizados a otros al mínimo indispensable.

Everyone has some kind of debt. Such is life. Debts and liabilities, obligations, gratitude, payments, doing something for someone. Or perhaps for ourselves? For in fact we are always paying ourselves back and not someone else. Each time we are indebted we pay off the debt to ourselves. In each of us lies a creditor and a debtor at once and the art is for the reckoning to tally inside us. We enter the world as a minute part of the life we are given, and from then on we are ever paying off debts, To ourselves. For ourselves. In order for the final reckoning to tally.

Nature doesn’t know the concept of philosophy, Geralt of Rivia. The pathetic–ridiculous–attempts which people undertake to try to understand nature are typically termed philosophy. The results of such attempts are also considered philosophy. It’s as though a cabbage tried to investigate the causes and effects of its existence, called the result of these reflections “an eternal and mysterious conflict between head and root”, and considered rain an unfathomable causative power.

I am very tired. I watched the death of my friends who followed me here to the end of the world. They came to rescue your daughter. Not even knowing her. Apart from Cahir, none of them even knew Ciri. But they came here to rescue her. For there was something in her that was decent and noble. And what happened? They found death. I consider that unjust. And if anyone wants to know, I don’t agree with it. Because a story where the decent ones die and the scoundrels live and carry on doing what they want is full of shit. I don’t have any more strength, Emperor.

-[...]-Geralt -dijo Stregobor-, cuando escuchábamos a Eltibaldo muchos de nosotros teníamos dudas. Pero decidimos escoger el mal menor. Ahora soy yo el que te pide una elección similar. -El mal es el mal, Stregobor- afirmó serio el brujo mientras se levantaba-. Menor, mayor, mediano, es igual, las proporciones son convenidas y las fronteras son borrosas. No soy un santo ermitaño, no siempre he obrado bien. Pero si tengo que elegir entre un mal y otro, prefiero no elegir en absoluto.[...]

And the girl?” Yarpen indicated Ciri with his head as she wriggled under the sheepskin. “Yours?” “Mine,” he replied without thinking. “Mine, Zigrin.

- Vea -dijo el brujo-, tenías razón. - ¿Hmm? - Él es el más hermoso.

The freshly dubbed knight, Geralt of Rivia, bowed low, so that Queen Meve, his suzerein, would not see the smile - the bitter smile - that he was unable to resist.

No sabemos mucho del amor. Con el amor es como con la pera. La pera es dulce y tiene forma. Intentad definir la forma de la pera.” Jaskier en "Tiempo de Odio".

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

But they’re your countrymen, Witcher,’ Regis said. ‘I mean, they call you Geralt of Rivia.’ ‘A slight correction,’ he replied coldly. ‘I call myself that to make my name sound fancier. It’s an addition that inspires more trust in my clients.’ ‘I see,’ the vampire said, smiling. ‘And why exactly did you choose Rivia?’ ‘I drew sticks, marked with various grand-sounding names. My witcher preceptor suggested that method to me, although not initially. Only after I’d insisted on adopting the name Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde. Vesemir thought it was ridiculous; pretentious and idiotic. I dare say he was right.

Todo sueño, si se sueña demasiado tiempo, se transforma en pesadilla

Dandelion spoke first; elaborately, fluently, colourfully and volubly, embellishing his tale with ornaments so beautiful and fanciful they almost obscured the fibs and confabulations. Then the Witcher spoke. He spoke the same truth, and spoke so dryly, boringly and flatly that Dandelion couldn’t bare it and kept butting in, for which the dwarves reprimanded him. And then the story was over and a lengthy silence fell. 'To the archer Milva!' Zoltan Chivay cleared his throat, saluting with his cup. 'To the Nilfgaardian. To Regis the herbalist who entertained the travellers in his cottage with moonshine and mandrake. And to Angoulême, whom I never knew. May the earth lie lightly on them all. May they have in the beyond plenty of whatever they were short of on earth. And may their names live forever in songs and tales. Let’s drink to them.

Don’t mention it,’ the sorcerer patted the neck of his horse, which had been scared by all the yelling from Yarpen and his dwarves. ‘To me, Witcher, calling killing a vocation is loathsome, low and nonsensical. Our world is in equilibrium. The annihilation, the killing, of any creatures that inhabit this world upsets that equilibrium. And a lack of equilibrium brings closer extinction; extinction and the end of the world as we know it.’ ‘A druidic theory,’ Geralt pronounced. ‘I know it. An old hierophant expounded it to me once, back in Rivia. Two days after our conversation he was torn apart by wererats. It was impossible to prove any upset in equilibrium.

Witcher,’ Three Jackdaws suddenly said, ‘I want to ask you a question.’ ‘Ask it.’ ‘Why don’t you turn back?’ The Witcher looked at him in silence for a moment. ‘Do you really want to know?’ ‘Yes, I do,’ Three Jackdaws said, turning his face towards Geralt. ‘I’m riding with them because I’m a servile golem. Because I’m a wisp of oakum blown by the wind along the highway. Tell me, where should I go? And for what? At least here some people have gathered with whom I have something to talk about. People who don’t break off their conversations when I approach. People who, though they may not like me, say it to my face, and don’t throw stones from behind a fence. I’m riding with them for the same reason I rode with you to the log drivers’ inn. Because it’s all the same to me. I don’t have a goal to head towards. I don’t have a destination at the end of the road.’ Three Jackdaws cleared his throat. ‘There’s a destination at the end of every road. Everybody has one. Even you, although you like to think you’re somehow different.’ ‘Now I’ll ask you a question.’ ‘Ask it.’ ‘Do you have a destination at the end of the road?’ ‘I do.’ ‘Lucky for you.’ ‘It is not a matter of luck, Geralt. It is a matter of what you believe in and what you serve. No one ought to know that better than… than a witcher.’ ‘I keep hearing about goals today,’ Geralt sighed. ‘Niedamir’s aim is to seize Malleore. Eyck of Denesle’s calling is to protect people from dragons. Dorregaray feels obligated to something quite the opposite. Yennefer, by virtue of certain changes which her body was subjected to, cannot fulfil her wishes and is terribly undecided. Dammit, only the Reavers and the dwarves don’t feel a calling, and simply want to line their pockets. Perhaps that’s why I’m so drawn to them?’ ‘You aren’t drawn to them, Geralt of Rivia. I’m neither blind nor deaf. It wasn’t at the sound of their name you pulled out that pouch. But I surmise…’ ‘There’s no need to surmise,’ the Witcher said, without anger. ‘I apologise.’ ‘There’s no need to apologise.

Nature doesn’t know the concept of philosophy, Geralt of Rivia. The pathetic–ridiculous–attempts which people undertake to try to understand nature are typically termed philosophy. The results of such attempts are also considered philosophy. It’s as though a cabbage tried to investigate the causes and effects of its existence, called the result of these reflections “an eternal and mysterious conflict between head and root”, and considered rain an unfathomable causative power. We, sorcerers, don’t waste time puzzling out what nature is. We know what it is; for we are nature ourselves. Do you understand?’ ‘I’m trying to, but please talk more slowly. Don’t forget you’re talking to a cabbage.’ ‘Have

A la gente le gusta inventarse monstruos y monstruosidades. Entonces se parecen menos monstruosos a sí mismos. Cuando le dan de palos a su mujer o acribillan a flechazos al último unicornio del mundo, les gusta pensar que sin embargo todavía es más monstruosa que ellos la Muaré que entra en las casas a la aurora. Entonces, como que se les quita un peso de encima. Y les resulta más fácil vivir.

-Estamos hechos el uno para el otro-susurró-. ¿Puede ser que predestinados el uno al otro? Pero nada saldrá de todo esto. Una pena, pero cuando llegue el alba nos separaremos. No puede ser de otro modo. Tenemos que separarnos para no hacernos daño el uno al otro. Nosotros, predestinados el uno al otro. Hechos el uno para el otro. Una pena. Aquel o aquellos que nos crearon el uno para el otro deberían haberse preocupado de algo más. La mera predestinación no basta, es muy poco. Hace falta algo más. Perdóname. Tenía que decirlo. -Lo sé.

Stories like that are made by poor simpletons, who can’t even dream of fulfilling their wishes and desires themselves. I’m pleased you’re not one of them, Geralt of Rivia. It makes you closer in spirit to me. If I want something, I don’t dream of it — I act. And I always get what I want. - Yennefer

Forgive me,’ he said a moment later. ‘You’re right. I put you at risk. It was too dangerous a task for a—’ ‘For a woman, you mean?’ she said, jerking her head back, flicking her still wet hair from her shoulder with a sudden movement. ‘Is that what you were going to say? Are you playing the gentleman all of a sudden? I may have to squat to piss, but my coat is lined with wolf skin, not coney fur! Don’t call me a coward, because you don’t know me!

«Anche gli errori contano per me», disse Geralt con sforzo. «Non li cancello né dalla mia vita né dalla mia memoria. E non do mai la colpa agli altri.

Sir Falwick," said Geralt, not ceasing to smile. "If he draws his sword, I'll take it from him and beat the snotty-nosed little brat's arse with the flat of his blade. And then I'll batter the door down with him.

—El mal es el mal, Stregobor —afirmó serio el brujo mientras se levantaba—. Menor, mayor, mediano, es igual, las proporciones son convenidas y las fronteras borrosas. No soy un santo ermitaño, no siempre he obrado bien. Pero si tengo que elegir entre un mal y otro, prefiero no elegir en absoluto

Geralt,' said the lawyer, closing his eyes. 'What drives you? If you want to save Ciri . . . I wouldn't have thought you could afford the luxury of contempt. No, that was badly expressed. You can't afford the luxury of spurning contempt. A time of contempt is approaching, Witcher, my friend, a time of great and utter contempt. You have to adapt. What I'm proposing is a simple solution. Someone will die, so someone else can live. Someone you love will survive. A girl you don't know, and whom you've never seen, will die—' 'And who am I free to despise?' interrupted the Witcher. 'Am I to pay for what I love with contempt for myself?

- Toi et ta grande cause... (Ignorant le troubadour, le sorceleur avança en titubant.) Ta grande cause, Filippa, et ton choix, c'est un blessé, poignardé de sang-froid, quand il a eu fini d'avouer ce que tu voulais savoir et qu'il m'était interdit de connaître. Ta grande cause, ce sont tous ces cadavres qui n'auraient pas dû être... Pardon, je me suis mal exprimé... Ce ne sont pas des cadavres... mais des causes de moindre importance ! - Je savais que tu ne comprendrais pas. - Non, en effet. Et je ne le comprendrai jamais. Mais je sais ce qu'il en est. Vos grandes affaires, vos guerres, votre combat pour sauver le monde... Votre fin qui justifie vos moyens... Tends l'oreille, Filippa. Tu entends ces voix, ces cris ? Ce sont de gros chats qui luttent pour une grande cause. Un règne absolu sur un tas d'ordures. Ce n'est pas rien, là-bas, on fait couler du sang et on s'étripe. Là-bas, c'est la guerre. Mais ces deux guerres, celle des chats et la tienne, m'importent incroyablement peu !

-Adiós, Braenn. Salud y cuídate. Vive, Braenn, vive tan largo como tu árbol. Como Brokilón. Y otra cosa... -¿Sí, Gwynbleidd? -Fácil es matar con un arco, muchacha. Y también fácil es soltar la cuerda y pensar que no soy yo, no soy yo, que es la flecha. En mis manos no hay sangre de ese muchacho. La flecha lo mató, no yo. Pero la flecha no sueña nada por la noche. Que tú tampoco sueñes nada por la noche, dríada de ojos azules. Adiós, Braenn.

Stregobor, così va il mondo. Viaggiando si vedono tante di quelle cose. Due contadini si uccidono per una capezzagna in mezzo a un campo che l'indomani verrà calpestato dai cavalli delle squadre di due reggenti decisi ad assassinarsi a vicenda. Sugli alberi che costeggiano le strade dondolano gli impiccati, nei boschi i briganti tagliano la gola ai mercanti. Nelle città ci s'imbatte a ogni pie sospinto in cadaveri abbandonati nei canali di scolo. Nei palazzi ci si pugnala, nei banchetti c'è continuamente qualcuno che scivola sotto il tavolo, livido di veleno. Ci ho fatto l'abitudine. Perché dunque dovrebbe farmi impressione una minaccia di morte, per giunta nei tuoi confronti?

He, Poppet, has no voice or ear, and can only rhyme “rear” with “beer”. This is Geralt of Rivia, a member of the guild of witchers.

Mmm.

Necio es quien a las visiones de los sueños concede crédito y se adentra en el camino de las quimeras. Mas todo aquel que precie de menos los sueños y en nada los tenga, procede también con poco seso. ¿Pues acaso si los sueños no hubieran de tener sentido alguno, nos habrían dotado los dioses de la capacidad de soñar?

Źle ci to idzie, Tzara. Nie umiesz. Żeby kogoś dobrze znieważyć, nie wystarczy przemożne pragnienie, entuzjazm ani zapał. Konieczny jest warsztat.

..Stories like that are made up by poor simpletons, who can’t even dream of fulfilling their wishes and desires themselves. I’m pleased you’re not one of them, Geralt of Rivia. It makes you closer in spirit to me. If I want something, I don’t dream of it—I act. And I always get what I want.

If I'm to choose between one evil and another, then I prefer not to choose at all.” – Geralt of Rivia, The Last Wish

I should,’ she moaned again, ‘be grateful that you don't try to take advantage of the situation. But this is not the case. I am ashamed of that too. I hate your silence and your eyes dilated with fear. I hate you… for your silence, your sincerity, your… Her too, I hate her, the sorceress; I would gladly settle things with her using my knife… I hate her. Order me to leave, Geralt, because I can't bring myself to do that on my own, and yet that is what I want: to leave, go to the town, go to the hostel. I want revenge on you for the shame I feel, my humiliation… I'll take the first opportunity…

Mamá, ¿es que son demonios? ¿Es la persecución salvaje? ¿Monstruos del infierno? ¡Mamá, mamá! Silencio, silencio, niños. No son demonios, no son diablos... Peor. Son seres humanos

Dandelion! You're asleep in the saddle!' 'I'm not asleep. I'm thinking creatively!

Then why are your eyes full of fear, Geralt of Rivia? Your hands are trembling, you are pale. Why? Do you fear the last–fourteenth–name engraved on the obelisk so much? If you wish I shall speak that name.’ ‘You don’t have to. I know what it is. The circle is closing, the snake is sinking its teeth into its own tail. That is how it must be. You and that name. And the flowers. For her and for me. The fourteenth name engraved in the stone, a name that I have spoken in the middle of the night and in the sunlight, during frosts and heat waves and rain. No, I’m not afraid to speak it now.’ ‘Then speak it.’ ‘Yennefer… Yennefer of Vengerberg.

He has long, silver hair. “I’m getting a Witcher vibe over there.” Brant chuckles. “Got a thing for Geralt of Rivia, do you, babe?” “Um… yeah. Henry Cavill is drool-worthy. I would not kick him out of my bed.

Te aseguro, Ciri, que es mejor pertenecer a los algunos que no a los todos.

Ser neutral no significa ser indiferente e insensible. No hay que matar el sentimiento dentro de uno mismo. Basta con matar el odio dentro de uno mismo.

El cobarde muere cien veces. El hombre valiente muere sólo una vez. Pero la Señora Fortuna al atrevido ayuda, al cobarde siempre despreció tiene.

El cobarde muere cien veces. El hombre valiente muere sólo una vez. Pero la Señora Fortuna al atrevido ayuda, al cobarde siempre desprecio tiene.

- No conselho do ducado (...) diziam que (...) seria a grande guerra que poria fim a todas as guerras. (...) - Filho -disse, por fim, com muita seriedade. - Vê lá bem. Quem está ali, ao balcão, é Evangelina Parr. E é preciso admitir que é de um tamanho respeitável. Ora, é enorme. Mas apesar do seu tamanho, acima de qualquer dúvida, não é uma rameira capaz de pôr fim a todas as rameiras.

-Co oni tam robią do cholery? - zaciekawił się Jaskier. - Powiedzcie, do cholery! Elf uśmiechnął się. Bardzo, bardzo smutno. - Nie lubię, wielkich słów - powiedział. - A nie używając wielkich słów, nie da się tego nazwać.

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.

Your songs mention no names, but we know the witcher you sing of is no other than the famous Geralt of Rivia,

Hicimos el amor. Y hablamos. Y nuestras mentiras fueron cada vez más hermosas. Y cada vez más falsas.

Si te van a colgar, pide un vaso de agua. Nunca se sabe qué puede pasar mientras te lo traen.