Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

I have not forgotten that she is what I am moving toward. If I seem to be caught in a slow circling of the subject, it is only appropriate, as she and I have always moved toward each other in slow circles.

You are not wise enough to fear me as I should be feared. You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.

nuestros nombres nos dan forma, y que nosotros damos forma a nuestros nombres.

We all know that when the lights are out all women are the same height!

Remember: there are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.

Mes parents n'étaient pas vraiment mariés. Je veux dire qu'ils n'avaient jamais pris la peine d'officialiser leur union en passant devant un prêtre. Ils se considéraient comme mari et femme et ne voyaient pas à quoi cela les aurait avancés de mettre Dieu ou ceux qui les gouvernaient dans la confidence. Je respecte cette décision. À dire vrai, ils paraissaient bien plus heureux et fidèles que nombre de couples officiellement mariés que j'ai rencontrés depuis.

If there is one thing I will not abide, it is the folly of a willful pride.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self inside-out and backward, then fell into a crack and lost its name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.

The Flame" is obvious if you've ever seen me. I have red hair, bright. If I had been born a couple hundred years ago I would probably have been burned as a demon. I keep it short but it's unruly. When left to its own devices, it sticks up and makes me look as if I have been set afire.

A veces un hombre disfruta oyendo una sinfonía. Otras le apetece más una giga. Con el amor pasa lo mismo. Cierto tipo de amor resulta adecuado para los mullidos almohadones de un claro crepuscular. Otro resulta natural en el desorden de las sábanas de una cama estrecha en el último piso de una posada. Cada mujer es como un instrumento, y espera que la entiendan, la amen y la toquen con delicadeza, para por fin hacer sonar su verdadera música." Kvothe

A poet is a musician who can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets.

That's the problem," I said. "He's nice. He's gentle, which people see as weak. And he's happy, which people see as stupid.

Looking up, I saw her and all I could think was, beautiful. Beautiful.

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.

Cyphus bears the blue flame. Stercus is in thrall of iron. Ferule chill and dark of eye. Usnea lives in nothing but decay. Grey Dalcenti never speaks. Pale Alenta brings the blight. Last there is the lord of seven: Hated. Hopeless. Sleepless. Sane. Alaxel bears the shadow's hame.

THE ROAR OF THE draccus was like a trumpet, if you can imagine a trumpet big as a house, and made of stone, and thunder, and molten lead. I

It's quite a thing," she said. "There are so many men, all endlessly attempting to sweep me off my feet. And there is one of you, trying just the opposite. Making sure my feet are firm beneath me, lest I fall.

Someone's parents," he said, "have been singing entirely the wrong sort of songs.

We are more than the parts that form us, Bast

Nothing makes a man feel older than a young woman.

Chronicler found himself thinking of a story he had heard. One of the many. The story told of how Kvothe had gone looking for his heart's desire. He had to trick a demon to get it. But once it rested in his hand, he was forced to fight an angel to keep it.

There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other to lend." Besides, I did