Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

You're important with your green eyes looking at me like I mean something. It's okay that you have better things to do. It's enough that I get you sometimes. Once in a while. I know I'm lucky for that, to get you just a little

It´s one thing to enjoy a story, but it´s quite another to take it for the truth.

Etiquette is a set of rules people use so they can be rude to each other in public.

Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us.

Entonces me sonrió. Era una sonrisa dulce, cariñosa y tímida, como una flor que se abre. Era cordial, sincera y ligeramente turbada.

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.

What is the purpose of the Lethani?" Tempi asked. "To give us a path to follow?" I replied. "No," Tempi said sternly. "The Lethani is not a path." "What is the purpose of the Lethani, Tempi?" "To guide us in our actions. By following the Lethani, you act rightly," "Is this not a path?" "No. The Lethani is what help us choose a path.

Then, eyes closed, she brushed the smooth side of it soft across her lips. It was a tender, thoughtful motion. It was nothing like a kiss.

Mis mayores éxitos fueron producto de decisiones que tomé cuando dejé de pensar e hice sencillamente lo que me parecía correcto.

I wish I felt as calm as I look

And if you had the right sort of mind, the sort of mind that actually sees what it looks at, you might notice that his eyes were odd. If your mind had the rare talent of not being fooled by its own expectations, you might notice something else about them, something strange and wonderful.

The World needs people like you. . . . You get things done. Not always the best way, or the most sensible way, but it gets done nonetheless. You're a rare creature. . . . Something bothers you, . . . and suddenly you're off. 'I'm not always so terribly sure of myself,' I admitted. Simmon smiled. 'I find that strangely reassuring.

No me acuerdo del último verso. ¡Qué poco me gusta la poesía! ¿Cómo puede uno recordar las palabras sin música?

We lay on our sides, like spoons nesting in a drawer. My arm ended up under her head, like a pillow. She curled snugly along the inside of my body, so easy and natural, as if she had been designed to fit there. - Kvothe - The Name Of The Wind - pg 629

So yes, in some ways, these would be enough for soap. But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough ?

When do you bleed a patient?" The question brought me up short. "When I want him to die?" I asked dubiously.

La música existe para cuando nos fallan las palabras. (Kvothe)

You were a little wild around the eyes there," she (Denna) said gently. "I don't think I've ever seen you out of sorts before." I took another slow breath. I'm out of sorts all the time," I (Kvothe) said. "I just don't show it.

Soy Ruh hasta la médula, y cuando ha terminado la escena, sé salir del escenario.

Chronicler frowned. "You said yourself that there was nothing you could have done." "I could have," Kvothe said seriously, "and I didn't. I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.

Bad business last night. Chances are, that would be all Graham had to say about the death of a man he had known his whole life. These folk knew all about death. They killed their own livestock. They died from fevers, falls, or broken bones gone sour. Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn't talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

He taught me more than all the others set end to end. If not for him, I would never have become the man I am today. I ask that you not hold it against him. He meant well.

Pero tú, más que nadie, tendrías que darte cuenta de lo delgada que es la línea que separa la verdad de una mentira convincente. La línea que separa la historia de un relato entretenido. Sabes cuál de las dos cosas ganaría con el tiempo.

We can't do anything but snap at each other," I said. "The masters made sure of that. Anything too extreme would get us expelled for Conduct Unbecoming a Member of the Arcanum. Why do you think I haven't made his life a hell?" "You're lazy?" Wil suggested.