Összes idézet

Lady Maria: A corpse… should be left well alone.
Oh, I know very well. How the secrets beckon so sweetly.
Only an honest death will cure you now.
Liberate you, from your wild curiosity.

Ludwig, The Accursed: Aah, you were at my side, all along.
My true mentor…
My guiding moonlight…

Micolash, Host of the Nightmare: Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!

A hunter is never alone.

Elika: Why are you following me?
Prince: I'm not, I'm looking for…
Elika: Farah, I heard you yelling. You and your girlfriend should get out of here.
Prince: Girlfriend? Farah's not my girlfriend. She's my donkey.

[A herceg homokviharban elveszve támolyog a játék elején.]

Narrátor: The wind is free, but the sand goes where it is blown. Unaware of the world around it. Whirling on the breath of the Gods, at the mercy of the storm that engulfs it.
Prince: Farah?!
Narrátor: What is one grain of sand in the desert? One grain amongst the storm?

[Végül hősünk véletlenül szakadékba zuhan, de sikeresen talpra esik.]

Vizier: You must be the Prince of Persia, come home at last. Too late, I'm afraid.

Farah: What is your favorite color?
Prince: Color?
Farah: Shall I repeat the question?
Prince: Blue.
Dark Prince: Blue? That's not my favorite color.
Prince: What is the point of this?
Farah: Must every conversation we have be so serious? I know so little about you.
Prince: Very well, then what is your favorite food?
Farah: The pomegranate, of course.
Prince: I do not like pomegranates.
Farah: What is wrong with you?
Prince: They're messy, impossible to eat with dignity. SO much work for a few small seeds.
Farah: But isn't it the effort that makes them that much sweeter?
Dark Prince: I think I'm going to be sick.

Prince [Dark Prince alakban]: I cannot let Farah see me like this!
Dark Prince: Worry she will prefer the new you?
Prince: Charred skin, glowing eyes, melted face. I'm sure it will be love at first sight.

Prince [a játék elején narrálva]: Most people think time is like a river that flows swift and sure in one direction, but I have seen the face of time, and I can tell you: they are wrong. Time is an ocean in a storm. You may wonder who I am and why I say this? Sit down, and I will tell you a tale like none that you have ever heard. Know first that I am the son of Shah Rahman, a mighty King of Persia. On our way to Azad, with a small company of men, we passed through India with a promise of honor and glory that tempted my father into a grievous error.