We’re all told we don’t stand a chance, and yet we stand. We break, but we keep going, and that is not a flaw. That’s what makes us.[to Whiterose]
I’m just tired, Geralt.[Ciri]I’m tired too, Ciri. But what of it? Life goes on.[Geralt of Rivia]
Who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow. Not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.
Some fights just get you bloody.
You’ve just discovered injustice. I’ve lived with it my whole life. If I spent every day fighting with bigots, I’d never get anything done.[to Marian]
We all have trauma that we can’t escape. Even if we bleed and scar, we never really heal.
I’ve lived through a whole dark age and three supposed end of days. It’s all horses***.
All jobs are f***ed up. You do things you don’t necessarily choose to do in exchange for relevance and money, and you cannot let it kill you.
You want to know how we rule this world without collapsing from the pain and loss? You find a piece of this world that belongs to you and you hold on to it. And then, when it’s finally gone, you find another.[to Nynaeve]
This isn’t over.[Morrow]Nothing ever is.[Kirsh]
Best book tour? What is that? Is that like best stomach cancer? You endure it, you do not toast it.
