Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

But no. It didn't suit him. She should have known. He was not a one for fastening. For holding closed. Neither was he dark. Oh no. He was emberant. Incarnadine. He was bright with better bright beneath, like copper-gilded gold.

Why? Because pride is a strange thing, and because generosity deserves generosity in return. But mostly because it felt like the right thing to do, and that is reason enough.

Es una palabra. Las palabras son pálidas sombras de nombres olvidados. Los nombres tienen poder, y las palabras también. Las palabras pueden hacer prender el fuego en la mente de los hombres. Las palabras pueden arrancarles lágrimas a los corazones más duros. Existen diez palabras que minarán la más poderosa voluntad de un hombre. Pero una palabra no es más que la representación de un fuego. Un nombre es el fuego en sí.

Love is blind, and a deaf-mute too.

All I want is someone who likes me." "All I want is a clear sign," I said. "All I want is a magical horse that fits in my pocket," Wil said. "And a ring of red amber that gives me power over demons. And an endless supply of cake.

We are the Edema Ruh, and the thing we value most every man possesses. You can tell us your story.

More books than I could read? Somehow I doubted that.

Damn chicken. Come eat your dinner. I'm cold.

One of them had a large wooden sign nailed to its door proclaiming, NO SYMPATHY! I wondered what non-arcane visitors might think of the warning.

Wilem looked at me 'Why are you smiling?' "I'm relieved",I said honestly." I was worried I had given myself cadmium poisoning, or had a mysterious disease.This is just someone trying to kill me.

Y recuerda, hay tres cosas que todo hombre sabio debe temer: la tormenta en el mar, las noches sin luna y la ira de un hombre amable.

A tree doesn't make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lightning's going to strike.

Daisies, simple and sweet. Daisies are the way to win my heart.

It was one of those perfect Autumn days so common in stories and rare in the real world.

I trouped, traveled, loved, lost, trusted and was betrayed.

Mis padres bailaron juntos; mi madre con la cabeza apoyada en el pecho de mi padre. Ambos tenían los ojos cerrados y parecían perfectamente satisfechos. Si encuentras a una persona así, alguien a quien puedas abrazar y con la que puedas cerrar los ojos a todo lo demás, puedes considerarte muy afortunado. Aunque solo dure un minuto, o un día. Después de tantos años, esa imagen de mis padres meciéndose suavemente al son de la música es, para mí, la imagen del amor.

hear rumors and go digging for the painful truth beneath the lovely lies. You believe you have a right to these things, but you don't. When someone tells you a piece of their life, they're giving you a gift, not granting you your due.

Ya lo dijo Teccam: no hay hombre valiente que nunca haya caminado cien kilómetros. Si quieres saber quién eres, camina hasta que no haya nadie que sepa tu nombre. Viajar nos pone en nuestro sitio, nos enseña más que ningún maestro, es amargo como una medicina, cruel como un espejo. Un largo tramo de camino te enseñará más sobre ti mismo que cien años de silenciosa introspección." - Kvothe

We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it.

I spoke it soft, but close enough to brush against her lips. I spoke it quiet, but near enough so that the sound of it went twining through her hair. I spoke it hard and firm and dark and sweet.

It's easy to forget when you're around." She stopped walking for a moment and I had to stop too, as she'd linked her arm in mine. "That's not right. I mean to say that when you're around, it's easy to forget." "Forget what?" "Everything," she said, and for a moment her voice wasn't quite as playful. "All the bad parts in my life. Who I am. It's nice to be able to take a vacation from myself every once in a while. You help with that. You're my safe harbor in an endless, stormy sea.

Pride is always a better lever against the nobility than reason.

Each of us has two minds: a waking mind and a sleeping mind. Our waking mind is what thinks and talks and reasons. But the sleeping mind is more powerful. It sees deeply to the heart of things. It is the part of us that dreams. It remembers everything. It gives us intuition. Your waking mind does not understand the nature of names. Your sleeping mind does. It already knows many things that your waking mind does not.

There is something powerfully beguiling about the excited eyes of a young woman. They can pull all manner of nonsense out of a foolish young man, and I was no exception to this rule.