Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

The sweet smile of a young woman. There is nothing better in the world. It is worth more than salt. Something in us sickens and dies without it. I am sure of this. Such a simple thing. How strange. How wonderful and strange.

Seven things has Lady Lackless Keeps them underneath her black dress One a ring that's not for wearing One a sharp word, not for swearing Right beside her husband's candle There's a door without a handle In a box, no lid or locks Lackless keeps her husband's rocks There's a secret she's been keeping She's been dreaming and not sleeping On a road, that's not for traveling Lackless likes her riddle raveling.

Over the last month I had pulled a woman from a blazing inferno. I had called fire and lighting down on assassins and escaped to safety. I had even killed something that could have been either a dragon or a demon, depending on your point of view. But there in that room was the first time I actually felt like any sort of hero. If you are looking for a reason for the man I would eventually become, if you are looking for a beginning, look there.

Si te parece que me voy por las ramas, si te parece que divago, recuerda que las historias reales pocas veces toman el camino más recto.

I take back everything I ever said about that boy being clever." He turned around to face the bar while leveling an accusatory finger at the closed door. "That," he said firmly to the room in general, "is what comes of working with iron every day.

She was a greedy thing sometimes. Wanting for herself. Twisting the world all out of proper shape. Pushing everything about with the weight of her desire.

I love her more than just a little. I think it's because we're both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we're both aware of it.

When necessity demands it, I'm an excellent liar. Not the noblest of skills, but useful. It ties closely to acting and storytelling, and I learned all three from my father, who was a master craftsman.

Wisdom precludes boldness.

She knew if you weren't always stepping lightly as a bird the whole world came apart to crush you. Like a house of cards. Like a bottle against stones.

Thieves, Heretics, and Whores

I'll send a boy round to [the crazy farmer] Martin's and ask him to come by with a couple bottles." "Get five or six," Bast said. "It's getting cold at night. Winter's coming." The innkeeper smiled. "I'm sure Martin will be flattered.

There was nothing special about the dried apple, but in my opinion if you have a secret compartment in your lute case and don't use it to hide things, there is something terribly, terribly wrong with you.

It was too full of love. Nothing could shift it. Nothing could turn it from itself. When all the world was palimpsest, it was a perfect palindrome. Inviolate.

We were none of us particularly drunk. But then again, none of us were particularly sober either. Our exact positioning between these two points is a matter of pointless conjecture, and I will waste no time on it.

That's one of the best things about horror movies – they're not real life. They're like emotional cardio. They give us the chance to be terrified in a consequence-free environment. That's the joy of all fiction, really: you get the benefit of experiencing something without the burden of having to actually experience it.

Once, I sang colors to a blind man. Seven hours I played, but at the end he said he saw them, green and red and gold. That, I think, was easier than this. Trying to make you understand her with nothing more than words. You have never seen her, never heard her voice. You cannot know.

Lies are simpler, and most of the time they make better sense.

There is nothing quite so delightfully mysterious as a secret in your own backyard.

He looked down at me. "Congratulations," he said. "That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen." His expression was a mixture of awe and disbelief "Ever".

I am at your service, my lady," I said, standing and releasing her hand. For the first time in my life I understood the true purpose of this sort of formal greeting. It gives you a script to follow when you have absolutely no idea what to say.

This is how deeply rooted stories are, folks. We crave them before we can walk, and we start telling them before we can talk.

You did not want things for yourself. That made you small. That kept you safe. That meant you could move smoothly through the world without upsetting every applecart you came across. And if you were careful, if you were a proper part of things, then you could help. You mended what was cracked. You tended to the things you found askew. And you trusted that the world in turn would brush you up against the chance to eat. It was the only graceful way to move. All else was vanity and pride.

Las preguntas que no podemos contestar son las que más nos enseñan. Nos enseñan a pensar. Si le das a alguien una respuesta, lo único que obtiene es cierta información. Pero si le das una pregunta,él buscara sus propias respuestas."... -Así, cuanto más difícil es la pregunta, más difícil la búsqueda. Cuanto más difícil es la búsqueda, más aprendemos...