Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

Estaba harta de ser tan única.

every piece of the laughing was a tiny bird come tumbling out to fly around the room.

She felt the panic rising in her then. She knew. She knew how quickly things could break. You did the things you could. You tended to the world for the world's sake. You hoped you would be safe. But still she knew. It would come crashing down and there was nothing you could do right. And yes. She knew she wasn't right. She knew her everything canted wrong. She knew her head was all unkilter. She knew she wasn't true inside. She knew.

TOWARD THE END OF the summer I accidentally overheard a conversation that shook me out of my state of blissful ignorance. When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

Tienes una piedra en el corazón, y hay días en que pesa tanto que no se puede hacer nada.

She felt flat and scraped as an old hide. Dry as paper written on both sides.

Sharing silence between us. Sometimes is all you can share.

A piece of sun that never left her. It was a bite of bread. A flower in her heart.

Do you know many stories?" He smiled, and the network of lines that crossed his face turned to make themselves part of that smile. "I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.

Pero all no había nadie que pudiera ver cómo secedió todo. Y no había ningún Dios que guiara la rueda. Solo estaba yo.

Three circles. Perfect for asking. It was better to be gentle and polite. It was the worst sort of selfishness to force yourself upon the world.

If not for him, I would never have become the man I am today. I ask you not to hold it against him. He meant well.

Generalmente, el miedo proviene de la ignorancia.

If I ever met someone without a single shadow on their heart, it was surely a child too young for speaking.

Meu coração é feito de material mais forte do que o vidro.

We know how it ends practically before it starts. That's why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.

No me digas palabras tan dulces -protesté-. Lo que quieres es que ceda a tu voluntad, pero no lo conseguirás. ¡Tus halagos no son para mí más que viento! Denna se quedó mirándome, como si quisiera asegurarse de que había terminado mi diatriba. -De entre todos los árboles -dijo esbozando una sonrisa con sus elegantes labios-, el sauce es el que más se mueve según los deseos del viento.

There can be many opinions on a thing, but there is only one truth.

So you went looking for a myth and found a man,

So," Chronicler said. "Subjunctive mood." "At best," Kvothe said, "it is a pointless thing. It needlessly complicates the language. It offends me.

Only priests and fools are fearless, and I've never been on the best of terms with God.

Things have changed. There are even fewer edges now than there were before. The world is less wild. There are fewer magics, more secrets, and only a handful of people who know the name of the wind.

To really fear something you have to dwell on it.

She did not dare let it behind her, all unseen. Unseemly. All unseamed.