Mariusz > Mariusz's Quotes

“Actions always have consequences!”
― Joel Coen, A Serious Man

“Fuck it, Dude.”
― Ethan Coen, The Big Lebowski

“The world is full of complainers. But the fact is, nothing comes with a guarantee. I don't care if you're the Pope of Rome, President of the United States, or Man of the Year--something can always go wrong. You go ahead, complain, tell your problems to your neighbor, ask for help-- and watch him fly. Now in Russia, they got it mapped out so that everyone pulls for everyone else--that's the theory, anyway. But what I know about is Texas, and down here... you're on your own.”
― M. Emmett Walsh

“This is not 'Nam, this is bowling there are rules”
― Etan coen Joel Coen

“Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss

“I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song

“- Kompania mi się trafiła - podjął Geralt, kręcąc głową. - Towarzysze broni! Drużyna bohaterów! Nic, tylko ręce załamać. Wierszokleta z lutnią. Dzikie i pyskate pół driady, pół baby. Wampir, któremu idzie na pięćdziesiąty krzyżyk. I cholerny Nilfgaardczyk, który upiera się, że nie jest Nilfgaardczykiem.
- A na czele drużyny wiedźmin, chory na wyrzuty sumienia, bezsiłę i niemożność podjęcia decyzji - dokończył spokojnie Regis. - Zaiste, proponuję podróżować incognito, by nie wzbudzać sensacji.
- I śmiechu - dodała Milva.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Chrzest ognia

“Padlina będzie dla was, czarodziejów, nikt wam jej nie zabierze. Chyba że inne sępy.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Miecz przeznaczenia

“Някои от пламъците бяха високи и силни, светеха ярко и живо, други бяха малки и колебливи, и светлината им бледнееше и замираше. На самия край имаше едно огънче, толкова мъничко и слабичко, че едва тлееше и едва топлеше — ту с много усилия се разгаряше, ту почти угасваше.
— Чие е това угасващо огънче? — попита вещерът.
— Твоето — отвърна Смъртта.

Флорънс Деланой, „Приказки и предания”
― Andžej Sapkovski