Isn’t it amazing how unscary something is when you can see its arsehole?

Uthrok

You want to control your own story. I’ve given you a choice. Leave the blade as it is, and a physic might find you. Save you. You’ll live long enough to watch your world crumble around you. Face your wrongs. Or pull it out and bleed to death a coward. No one will know. No one but you.

Éile

Fenrik, you’re not my blood. But you’re my blood in heart. You are the part of me that I value the most.

Balor

Uthrok: If I fall, you owe me a song, and I want both me stones in it.
Éile: Uthrok Mighty Cock. He who had two enormous balls that slew an empire!
Uthrok: Hark that Lark!

The old ways had to die.

Merwyn

I don’t have any gifts. Other than killing and disgracing myself constantly.

Fjall

One day, you fall into a mage’s mists, and she sees all that you have done, all the evil that you’ve torn into the world. And somehow, somehow, she sees good in you. And she starts to heal your soul with a gentleness that you don’t deserve.

Brother Death

Your world is built on our bones. Know why I call those monoliths cock towers? Because our ancients buried them to bring fertile bounty to the land. They’re sacred. And, yet again, elves defile them. No wonder famine’s rife.

Meldof

You know I’m probably dying tomorrow, right? So where’s my fucking wake, you sad bunch of whoresons?

Éile

I thought sharing my music could fix what I did. But it will never be enough. Sacrificing myself is the only way.

Éile

Every time I think I’ve suffered the last fool, another lands in front of me.

Scían

Brother Death: Why would you want to help a gang of elves?
Meldof: Between yourself and myself and the skies above… because I’m empty? I’ve hunted down and killed the last of the ones who defiled Gwen. There’s nothing left for me now. One last quest to take me to her. End my breaths in a glorious fashion.

The Witcher: Blood Origin Quotes

Jaskier: Why did you save me from the Temerians?
Seanchai: I need you to sing a story back to life. We’re related, you and I. You’re a bard. I’m a storyteller. Of a sort.
Jaskier: I beg to differ. You… you are a time-stopping, shape-shifting, probably-gonna-eat-me-without-salt-at-some-point sort of storyteller. I’m just a man with an admittedly… fun hat.

Jaskier: What are you?
Not Jaskier: I am many things. Many faces. Many places.
Jaskier: Then why do you look like me?
Not Jaskier: Because you love yourself. I have other faces. If you prefer.