Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

Eres inteligente, y encantador, y un mentiroso. Sé que puedes doblegar al mundo con tus palabras. Y por eso no te escucharé.

Solange wir Kinder sind, denken wir nur selten an die Zukunft. Diese Unschuld ermöglicht es uns, uns zu vergnügen, wie nur wenige Erwachsene das können. Der Tag, an dem wir beginnen, uns Gedanken über die Zukunft zu machen, ist der Tag, an dem wir unsere Kindheit hinter uns lassen.

Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician's curse.

Las palabras tienen que encontrar la mente de un hombre si pretenden llegar a su corazón.

They seemed to be good people. Most people are if given the chance.

Creo que todos tenemos una pregunta que nos dirige. Una pregunta que nos mantiene despiertos por la noche. Una pregunta a la que damos vueltas como un perro que juguetea con un hueso. Si entiendes la pregunta de un hombre, estás más cerca de entender al hombre en sí...

Quizá sea propio de la naturaleza humana buscar cosas ocultas.

Fault isn't the issue. A tree doesn't make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lightning's going to strike.

It's the questions we can't answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answer

Increíble -dijo Wilem, maravillado-. El todopoderoso Kvothe, vencido por una mujer.

Cuarenta talentos -dijo Devi con rabia -Tarifas del gremio. Y me acuesto contigo.

Para temer de verdad algo tienes que detenerte a pensar en ello.

Amo las palabras por lo que son capaces de conseguir. Del mismo modo, no soy ningún aritmético. Los números que solo hablan de números me interesan muy poco.

Asking to hold a musician's instrument is roughly similar to asking to kiss a man's wife. Nonmusicians don't understand. An instrument is like a companion and a lover.

Era...- Kvothe tenía la cabeza tan agachada que parecía que hablaba con sus manos, recogidas sobre el regazo-. ¿Que estoy haciendo? -Dijo con voz débil, como si tuviera la boca llena de grises cenizas-. ¿Para qué puede servir esto? ¿Cómo puedo explicárosla si yo nunca la he entendido?

Me caen bien -dijo Denna-. Wilem es como una piedra bajo el agua. Simmon es como un chiquillo chapoteando en un arroyo.

Time is the great healer,

You remind me of a willow." She said easily. "Strong, deep-rooted, and hidden. You move easily when the storm comes, but never farther than you wish.

A moment in the mind is worth nine in the fire.

He gestured at the brief and brutal lay of stones between us. "Look at that. Why would I ever want to win a game such as this?" I looked down at the board. "The point isn't to win?" I asked. "The point," Bredon said grandly, "is to play a beautiful game." He lifted his hands and shrugged, his face breaking into a beatific smile. "Why would I want to win anything other than a beautiful game?

Las emociones, por definición, no son razonables.

Things are too full of life in the spring months. In the summer, they're too strong and won't let go. Autumn . . .'" He looked around at the changing leaves on the trees. "'Autumn's the time. In autumn everything is tired and ready to die.

what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

A skilled observer might notice there was something his gaze avoided. The same way you avoid meeting the eye of an old lover at a formal dinner, or that of an old enemy sitting across the room in a crowded alehouse late at night.