Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

Tienes una piedra en el corazón, y hay días en que pesa tanto que no se puede hacer nada. Pero no deberías pasarlo solo. Deberías haberme avisado. Yo lo entiendo.. (Auri)

All stories are true," Skarpi said. "But this one really happened,

Apology now is of little consequence," she said, her voice flat and chill as slate. "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." "Vashet to Kvothe

Los libros no son un gran sustituto de la compañía femenina, pero es más fácil encontrarlos.

And we sang! Her voice like burning silver, my voice an echoing answer. Savien sang solid, powerful lines, like branches of a rock-old oak, all the while Aloine was like a nightingale, moving in darting circles around the proud limbs of it.

Excellence is excellence's only companion.

Felurian had a way of making requests that took some getting used to. I'd discovered that unless I was steeling myself to resist, I'd find myself automatically doing whatever it was she asked of me. It wasn't that she spoke with authority. Her voice was too soft and edgeless to carry the weight of command. She did not demand or cajole. When she spoke, it was matter-of-fact. As if she couldn't imagine a world in which you

and he was absolutely not a selas sort.

He then proceeded to shout at Alpha and Beta, a sign that he was in a genuine good mood. They took it as calmly as ever, in spite of the fact the he accused them of things I'm sure no donkey has ever willingly done, especially Beta, who possessed impeccable moral character.

Bast looked down at the two men. After a moment he began to laugh too. It was a terrible sound, jagged and joyless. It was no human laugh.

A well-spoken sentence in Aturan is a straight line pointing. A well-spoken sentence in Adem is like a spiderweb, each strand with a meaning of its own, a piece of something greater, more complex.

Esa parte de mí que todavía no se había marchado de Tarbean quiso echarle mano a su bolsillo.

Eavesdropping is a deplorable habit, but I have developed worse ones since.

Sit your ass down and write.

Amazing, isn't it?" Kvothe addressed them bitingly. "Five fingers and flesh with blood beneath. One could almost believe that on the other end of that hand lay a person of some sort.

Do you know why they call this place the Rookery?" Elodin asked. I shook my head. "Because it's where you go if you're a-ravin'." He smiled a wild smile. He laughed a terrible laugh.

If you were careful, if you were a proper part of things, then you could help. You mended what was cracked. You tended to the things you found askew. And you trusted the world in turn would brush you up against the chance to eat.

I'm about to die of terminal curiosity, you know.

Gods of my fathers," Deoch said reverently. "Keep her always so: unchanging, past my understanding, and safe from harm.

Bast's eyes were now the pale blue-white of lightning, his voice tight and fierce. "And I swear by the night and sky and the ever-moving moon: if you lead my master to despair, I will slit you open and splash around like a child in a puddle. I'll string a fiddle with your guts and make you play it while I dance.

Where do you think stories come from, E'lir Kvothe? Every tale has deep roots somewhere in the world.

La muerte era como un vecino desagradable: no hablabas de él por temor a que te oyera y decidiera pasar a hacerte una visita.

Dos partes de mí intentaron hablar al mismo tiempo. La primera parte gritaba «No le hagas nada, por favor. Otra vez no. No lo rompas. Dámelo, por favor. No lo cojas así, por el mástil». La otra mitad recitaba: «Te odio, te odio, te odio», como si escupiera sangre.

Eso no suena nada sospechoso —dijo—. ¡Y luego te preguntas por qué la gente habla de ti! —No me pregunto por qué hablan —dije—. Me pregunto qué dicen.