Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

El dicho de que «el tiempo todo lo cura» es falso. El tiempo cura la mayoría de las heridas. El resto están escondidas detrás de esa puerta.

El sueño nos ofrece un refugio del mundo y de todo su dolor.

He drew a slow, deliberate breath before speaking. "Quiet is not stupid," he said, his voice flat. "You? Always talk. Chek chek chek chek chek." He made a motion with one hand, like a mouth opening and closing. "Always. Like dog all night barking at tree. Try to be big. No. Just noise. Just dog.

If we were living in a better age they'd build a temple around a woman like that.

La esperanza es un juego estúpido.

Yesterday he had limped, but today there was no part of his feet that didn't hurt, so limping did no good.

Por eso nos gustan las historias. Nos ofrecen la claridad y la sencillez de que carece nuestra vida real.

El orgullo es absurdo, pero es una fuerza poderosa.

I grew thinner and more ragged. I slept in rain or sun, on soft grass, moist earth, or sharp stones with an intensity of indifference that only grief can promote.

There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other to lend.

No te calles por mi culpa, Kvothe -dijo con dulzura-. Echaría de menos el sonido de tu voz.

For the last few hours I could feel myself growing less drunk and more hungover by slow degrees. I'd never been awake through the entire process before, and it was not pleasant.

Her skin was more luminous than the moon, her eyes wider than the sky, deeper than the water, darker than the night.

Evoqué su olor, la curva de su cuello cerca de la oreja, cómo movía las manos cuando hablaba. Me pregunté dónde estaría esa noche, si se encontraba bien. Me pregunté, de pasada, si sus pensamientos también volaban a veces hacia mí convertidos en tiernas reflexiones...

Names are the shape of the world, and a man who can speak them is on the road to power

Of course I played. It was my only solace.

Dijiste «Me preguntaba qué podrías estar haciendo aquí».- Hizo un gesto displicente-. Desde ese momento fui tuya.

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.

I smiled back at him and for a second I almost felt guilty about how I'd written the receipt. I also felt guilty about the three pens I'd stolen, but only for a second. And since there was no convenient way to give them back, I stole a bottle of ink before I left.

El amor es ciego, y sordomudo.

She smiled like knife on a velvet, she stretched like cat on the sun.

Too many people think speed is the hallmark of a good musician.

La dulce sonrisa de una mujer joven: no hay nada mejor en el mundo. Es más valiosa que la sal. Sin ella, algo enferma y muere dentro de nosotros. Estoy seguro. Una cosa tan simple. Qué raro. Qué maravilloso y qué raro.

AS WITH ALL TRULY wild things, care is necessary in approaching them. Stealth is useless. Wild things recognize stealth for what it is, a lie and a trap. While wild things might play games of stealth, and in doing so may even occasionally fall prey to stealth, they are never truly caught by it.