Darkest Dungeon Quotes

In time, you will know the tragic extent of my failings.

Remind yourself that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.

This squalid hamlet, these corrupted lands, they are yours now, and you are bound to them.

A little hope, however desperate, is never without worth.

To fall for such a little thing, a bite of bread…

Foolish horrors brought low and driven into the mud.

A hand’s breadth from becoming unwound.

Leave nothing unchecked, there is much to be found in forgotten places.

Even the aged oak will fall to the tempest’s winds.

Another soul battered and broken, cast aside like a spent torch.

Curious is the trap-maker’s art… his efficacy unwitnessed by his own eyes.

The preponderance of rare and exotic injuries makes this place perfect for experimentation.

Gathered close in tenuous firelight… an uneasy companionship.

To prosecute our war against the swine, we must first scout their squalid homes.

In time, you will know the tragic extent of my failings… I suppose.

As the light gains purchase, spirits are lifted and purpose is made clear.

A glint of gold, trinkets and baubles… paid for in blood.

In radiance, may we find victory.

Wealth beyond measure, awarded to the brave and the fool-hardy alike.

Ordinary horrors have unconventional consequences.

Success so clearly in view… or is it merely a trick of the light?

Darkest Dungeon Quotes part 2

Darkness closes in, haunting the hearts of men.

The madman hides there behind the pews, spouting his mindless drivel.

Precision and power.

As the fiend falls, a faint hope blossoms.

A time to perform beyond one’s limits.

Withstanding the onslaught of suffocating darkness.

An unexpected find.

Gnawing hunger sets in, turning the mind to twisted thoughts.

A handsome reward for a task well performed.

Curious is the trap-maker’s art… his efficacy unwitnessed by his own eyes.

Grievous injury… how will it be found…?

Mortality clarified in a single strike!

Disadvantage. Give them no quarter.

Confidence surges as the enemy crumbles.

Reeling, gasping… taken over the edge into madness!

The end approaches.

Overconfidence, slow and insidious killer.

As life ebbs, terrible vistas of emptiness reveal themselves.

Sharp eyes, swift strike.

Monstrous size has no intrinsic merit unless inordinate exsanguination be considered a virtue.

Holding fast in the face of adversity.

The walls close in, the shadows whisper of conspiracy.

Injury and despondence set the stage for heroism… or cowardice.

As victories mount, so too will resistance.