The army whose stink I can smell on a strong breeze is one I worry about.
States rise and fall like the tide. Nothing new.
Sometimes, our elders set out to protect us, not knowing our strength.
Some wounds cannot be healed. I understand that more than you know.[to Triss]
Remember what you have. Magic. It’s lodged in you. Like a spiked arrow. It wounds you. Deeply. But it’s a strange sort of pain. Combined with bliss. Trust me. It’s all you’ll ever need. It’s everything.[to Ciri]
People do stupid things when they think they’re trapped in a corner. And they say stupid things. That’s what friends do. They come back.[to Geralt]
Not many of my likeness left.[Stregobor: Not often do we see your likeness here in Blaviken.r]
None of us will have any peace until there are no monsters left in the world.[to Eskel]
Monsters are more than just horrid looks and claws and teeth. Monsters are born of deeds done. Unforgivable ones.
If Ciri survives, then Pavetta lives on too.[Queen Calanthe: Ciri is all I have left of my daughter.]
I’ve destroyed so many things. Please, just let me help heal something for once. I’m meant for this.[to Vesemir]
I’m tired too, Ciri. But what of it? Life goes on.[Ciri: I’m just tired, Geralt.]
