Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

Seven things stand before The entrance to the Lackless door One of them a ring unworn One a word that is forsworn One a time that must be right One a candle without light One a son who brings the blood One a door that holds the flood One a thing tight-held in keeping Then comes that with comes with sleeping

There is a great difference between a gift given freely, and one that's meant to tie you to a man.

Be wary of folly.

I knew it to be good advice, and ignored it

It was all glimmer and warm honey in the yellow light.

What the hell do you call that?" I asked him quietly. "Firefog?" "We could," he responded. "Kilvin would probably call it an atmospherically enhanced incendiary action.

The three boys, one dark, one light, and one—for lack of a better word—fiery, do not notice the night. Perhaps some part of them does, but they are young, and drunk, and busy knowing deep in their hearts that they will never grow old or die. They also know that they are friends, and they share a certain love that will never leave them. The boys know many other things, but none of them seem as important as this. Perhaps they are right.

The Chancellor looked down at the empty table for a minute. Then he shrugged, looked up, and gave a surprisingly jaunty smile. "All in favor of admitting first-term Kvothe's reckless use of sympathy as proof of mastery of basic principles of sympathy vote by show of hands.

Demasiados pensamientos, mi Kvothe. Sabes demasiado para ser feliz".

even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

Sleep met him like a lover in an empty bed.

No one enjoys being talked down to, but I have a particular aversion to it.

She was not vain enough to work her will against the world. But she could use the things the world had given her.

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world. Even though she knew it was a wicked thing to do.

Nothing was nothing else. Nothing was anything it shouldn't be.

La música es una amante orgullosa y temperamental. Si le dedicas el tiempo y la atención que se merece, es toda tuya. Pero si la desairas, llegará un día en que la llamarás y ella no contestará.

This is the nature of love." Vashet said. "To attempt to describe it will drive a woman mad. This is what keeps poets scribbling endlessly away. If one could pin it to paper all complete, the others would lay down their pens. But it cannot be done.

Yo la conozco desde hace más tiempo», decía mi sonrisa. «Sí, tú has estado entre sus brazos, has probado el sabor de su boca, has sentido su calor, y eso es algo que yo nunca he tenido. Pero hay una parte de ella que es solo para mí. Tú no puedes tocarla, por mucho que te esfuerces. Y cuando te deje, yo seguiré estando aquí, haciéndola reír. Y mi luz brillará en ella. Yo seguiré estando aquí mucho después de que ella haya olvidado tu nombre.»

Deberías de sentir lástima por él, hijo. Mañana nos iremos, pero él tendrá que convivir consigo mismo hasta el día de su muerte.

Kvothe continued, smiling himself "I see you laugh. Very well, for simplicity's sake, let us assume I am the center of creation. In doing this, let us pass over innumerable boring stories: the rise and fall of empires, sagas of heroism, ballads of tragic love. Let us hurry forward to the only tale of any real importance." His smile broadened. "Mine.

the slow regard of silent things had wafted off the moisture in the air.

The point isn't to win the game. The point is to play a beautiful game. (paraphrased)

Anything you say at this point cannot be trusted. You know I am well and truly angry, so you are in the grip of fear. This means I cannot trust any word you say, as it comes from fear. You are clever, and charming, and a liar. I know you can bend the world with your words. So I will not listen.

And it was a secret thing, of sorts. I have always had a weakness for secrets.