Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

De modo que saliste en busca de un mito y encontraste un hombre. Has oído las historias y ahora quieres los hechos reales.

You know what's strange?" I said to him through the door. "I tried to think of something funny I could do while you were gone, but I couldn't." I looked around at the room. "I think that means humor is rooted in social transgression. I can't transgress because I can't figure out what would be socially unacceptable. Everything seems the same to me.

Eventually, Bast spoke up. "May I ask a question, Reshi?" Kote smiled gently. "Always, Bast." "A troublesome question?" "Those tend to be the only worthwhile kind.

Does anyone object to me leaving?

So strange and rare. So full of faraway.

Needless to say, playing these things hurt, but it was a hurt like tender fingers on lute strings. I bled a bit and hoped that I would callous soon.

A pinned butterfly holds no delight. A pinned butterfly is nothing like a butterfly at all.

Las preguntas que no podemos contestar son las que más nos enseñan. Nos enseñan a pensar. Si le das a alguien un respuesta, lo único que obtiene es cierta información. Pero si le das una pregunta, él buscará sus propias respuestas.

Folk like to pretend they know everything about the world. Rich folk especially. Maps are great for that. [...] You don't have blanks on your map, so the folks who draw them shade in a piece and write, 'The Eld.' You might as well burn a hole right through the map for what good that does.

You go rummaging around in other people's lives. You 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." He looked hard at the scribe. "When someone tells you a piece of their life, they're giving you a gift, not granting you your due.

All stories are true,' Skarpi said, 'But this one really happened, if that's what you mean.' He took another slow drink, then smiled again, his bright eyes dancing. 'More or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.

Vashet," I said. "It occurs to me it would be nice to fight someone whose ability is somewhat closer to my own." Vashet laughed, shaking her head. "That is like throwing two virgins into a bed. Enthusiasm, passion, and ignorance are not a good combination. Someone is likely to get hurt.

Apparently the soft cheese I'd been served possessed a rind.A rind any civilized person would have recognized as inedible and meant to be pared away. Barbarian that I am,I had eaten all of it.It had tasted quite nice too. Still,I took not of this and resigned myself to throw away half of a perfectly good cheese if it was set in front of me. Such is the price of civilization.

The wild women in his lap,' my father enthused, 'laying their breasts on his head.' There was a moment of stunned silence. Then my mother spoke slowly, with an edge to her voice. 'I think you mean "wild beasts laying their heads in his lap".' 'Do I?

I do not understand this man," [Tempi] said. "Is he attempting to buy sex with me? Or does he wish to fight?

But only a fool claims there is no such thing as love. When you see two young ones taring at each other with dewy eyes, there it is. So thick you can spread it on your brread and eat it. When you see a mother with her child, you see love. When you feel it roil in your belly, you know what it is. Even if you cannot give voice to it in words.

La experiencia me ha enseñado que la mejor forma de protegerte es hacer creer a tus enemigos que no pueden hacerte daño.

There was a secret deep within the hidden heart of things. Mandrag never told her that. She did not think he knew. Auri found that secret for herself. She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.

Los secretos del corazón son diferentes. Son íntimos y dolorosos, y queremos, ante todo, escondérselos al mundo. No se hinchan ni presionan buscando una salida. Moran en el corazón, y cuanto más se los guarda, más pesados se vuelven.

Yes. Weary." He eyed me speculatively, smoothing his beard with a hand. "You have a gift for words. It's one of the reasons you ended up with Elodin, I expect." I didn't say anything to that. I must have said it quite loudly too, because Dal gave me a curious look. "How are your studies progressing with Elodin?" he asked casually.

But instead, she simply walked through the walls. She didn't know any better. Nobody had ever told her she couldn't. Because of this, she moved through the city like some faerie creature. She walked roads no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange and free.

It's quite enough to have a secret. Anything more would be greedy.

You don't really understand the ocean until you are in the midst of it, nothing but ocean on all sides, stretching away endlessly. Only then do you realize how small you are, how powerless.

PERHAPS THE GREATEST FACULTY our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain.