Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

Beyond all other trees," she said with a curl of a smile on her elegant mouth, "the willow moves to the wind's desire.

When you wait a few span or month to hear a finished song, the anticipation adds savor. But after a year excitement begins to sour. By now, a year and a half had passed and folk were almost mad with curiosity.

She tried to slide it back to proper true, but couldn't see the shape of it and couldn't tell the way of things and if it was a place where it was right.

Should I expect her to always love me best, and most, and only?

Those were the worst memories. Precious and perfect. Sharp as a mouthful of glass. I lay in bed, clenched into a trembling knot, unable to sleep, unable to turn my mind to other things, unable to stop myself from remembering again. And again. And again

Keys were hardly known for their complacency,

It was deep and wide as autumn's ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

Se puede dividir el infinito un número infinito de veces, y las partes resultantes seguirán siendo infinitamente grandes. Pero si divides un número no infinito un número infinito de veces, las partes resultantes son no infinitamente pequeñas. Como son no infinitamente pequeñas, pero hay un número infinito de ellas, si las sumas, obtienes una suma infinita. De lo que se desprende que, de hecho, cualquier número es infinito.

Siempre sus deudas paga el calderero: paga una vez cuando lo ha comprado, paga doble a quien le ha ayudado, paga triple a quien le ha insultado.

I guess I'm doomed to die loveless.

no podía saber esa verdad que resultaba tan obvia a todos los que habían nacido y habían crecido en aquel pueblecito: las historias se contaban allí, pero sucedían en algún otro sitio.

If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky.

How odd to watch a mortal kindle Then to dwindle day by day. Knowing their bright souls are tinder And the wind will have its way. Would I could my own fire lend. What does your flickering portend?

Vaya a buscar lo que le he pedido -dije mirándolo a los ojos-. Y también un odre de agua. O quemaré esta posada con usted dentro y bailaré entre las cenizas y entre sus chamuscados y pegajosos huesos.

This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn's ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

I hope they sang together, as they so often did. I hope they retired to our wagon and spent time in each other's arms. I hope they lay near each other afterward and spoke softly of small things. I hope they were together, busy with loving each other, until the end came.

Llevaba la pobreza colgada del cuello como una piedra.

La vida es demasiado corta para que os preocupéis por cosas sin importancia.

Blackened body of God" Sim said,using stronger language than I'd ever heard from him before' "Kvothe,you're alive.

They drank with quiet determination, avoiding serious discussions of troubling news. In doing this they added a small, sullen silence to the larger, hollow one. It made an alloy of sorts, a counterpoint.

nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

She didn't know any better. Nobody had ever told her that 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.

everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

I don't care whose son he is. I won't go belly-up like a timid pup. If he's fool enough to take a poke at me, I'll snap the finger clean off that does the poking.