Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

The tinker dealt with everyone in turn, sometimes two or three at a time. He traded sharp knives for dull ones and a small coin. He sold shears and needles, copper pots and small bottles that wives hid quickly after buying them. He traded buttons and bags of cinnamon and salt. Limes from Tinuë, chocolate from Tarbean, polished horn from Aerueh….

Que extraño ver la luz que alumbra a los mortales apagarse día a día, saber que sus brillantes almas son yesca y que el viento encontrará su propia guía. Ojalá pudiera prestarles mi fuego. ¿que presagia tu parpadeo?

Are you expecting someone to poison you?" he said, somewhat taken aback. "Not really. But it seems to me that if you wait around until you know you need an antidote, it's probably too late to pick one up.

Cuando pido Greysdale en Anker's, saben perfectamente lo que quiero decir —expliqué—. Si pidiera algo que no existiera, alguien podría descubrir el juego. —Y tú ¿cómo lo sabes? —le pregunto Sim a Manet. —Más sabe el diablo por viejo que por diablo —contestó.

Tak reflects the subtle turning of the world. It is a mirror we hold to life. No one wins a dance, boy. The point of dancing is the motion that a body makes. A well-played game of tak reveals the moving of a mind. There is a beauty to these things for those with eyes to see it.

I don't remember starting out that morning, but I do remember trying to sleep and feeling quite alone except for a dull, bittersweet ache.

Songs choose their hour and their own season. When your tune's tin, there is a reason. The tone of a tune is your heart's mettle, and there's no clear water from a muddy well. All you can do is let the silt settle, or you'll sound sour as a broken bell.

Somos algo más que las partes que nos conforman,

She knew the cave wasn't very deep. But everything seems bigger in the dark.

When all the world was palimpsest, it was a perfect palindrome.

Anyone who thinks boys are innocent and sweet has never been a boy himself, or has forgotten it. And anyone who thinks men aren't hurtful and cruel at times must not leave his house often.

Master Elodin," I said, breathing a little hard. "Might I ask you a quick question?" "Statistically speaking, it's pretty likely," he said, unlocking the door with a bright brass key. "May I ask you a question, then?" "I doubt any power known to man could stop you.

That is also an idiom." Wilem grumbled. "Your language is thick with nonsense. I wonder how any of you understand each other. How is everything going? Going where?" He shook his head.

What what," Trapis said as he hurried over to tend to her, his bare feet slapping on the floor. "What what. Hush hush.

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us.

The trouble is, when you gift a girl with flowers your choice can be construed so many different ways. A man might give you a rose because he feels you are beautiful, or because he fancies their shade or shape or softness similar to your lips. Roses are expensive, and perhaps he wishes to show through a valuable gift that you are valuable to him.

It's amazing how much easier it is to think productively when your belly is full.

I hate nothing so much as doing a thing badly.

Halfpenny a head. That's right. Anyone without a head gets in free.

She raised her own glass, filled with a deep red wine. "To Ambrose Jakis," she said with sudden fierceness. "May he fall into a well and die.

Las cartas por sí solas no pueden conquistar el amor de una mujer.

Never quenched. Though I am doused in you, I burn.

There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true. Sighing,

but it's worse when the people looking down on you are clods who have never read a book or traveled more than twenty miles from the place they were born.