Game: Dragon Age: Origins. Page 4

Life is inseparably linked with death. With time comes the end of all material things, and the end of this, in turn, becomes the beginning of a new.

In war there are no innocent, there is only the living and the dead, and each of them has its own wine.

There is no better way to push someone to bad, as to forbid him to do it.

If you want to change the world, better get to it immediately. Your business should be booming.

- What?
- Made out with the boss?!
- I don't know...
Grass, they say, crushed?
What do you mean?!
- Frolic, if you want.
What are you talking about?!
Bounce lying, traveled on a two-legged horse, played in the beast with two backs?!
You're now up to?
- No, a lifetime to collect...

The bard must know history to avoid repeating it. The bard tells the legend, but does not become part of the legends. Bard watches but remains above what he sees. Bard kindle passion in others, but manages its own passions.

- After fourteen unsuccessful attempts were you expecting a positive response?
- I'm an eternal optimist, my good magician.

Zevran: My darling, you have said that you have amazing eyes?
Morrigan: And again flatter? You're still not tired of these inappropriate exercises?
Zevran: In Antiva women used to alway deserved praise. Yes, the sight of you, men must fall at your feet!
Morrigan: does it seem to them that it was utterly tedious?
Zevran: They are the goddesses, descending to its admirers, like you should. Why would they be tired?
Morrigan: I do not want to put me up on a pedestal.
Zevran: You deserve no less. Artists should admire you; sculptors sculpt you, the poets sing! I'm sure you know what your unique beauty would have attracted and of the Creator!
Morrigan: Well... I think...
Leliana: Yes, Zevran, you are the master. The most honest way won the bet.
Zevran: I am Very grateful, Madam.
Morrigan: I hate you All.

- You have to live. I will sacrifice myself for you.
- No! You know I won't let you die, Alistair!
- You say that like can make the choice for me.

Alistair, given the rose:
- Know what it is?
- Your new weapon?
- Yes, exactly! Here I am, crush enemies all the power of the flower garlands! The darkspawn, know the sharpness of my spikes! I will pay you to flight wave of the scent of roses! And, you know, it might just be a rose. A much more boring option.

If earlier it was possible to hide from despair, now it was and waved a pen.

A woman needs to be tough and strict, to cause joy to apply good, to expose the weasel.

The real test is never finished.

No, my parents loved me... And my name is the result of the victory of love over reason.