Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

Re'lar Kvothe," he said seriously. "I am trying to wake your sleeping mind to the subtle language the world is whispering. I am trying to seduce you into understanding. I am trying to teach you." He leaned forward until his face was almost touching mine. "Quit grabbing at my tits.

It was, I thought idly, the most polite punch I'd ever seen. It was the careful blow of a skilled carpenter pounding a nail: hard enough to drive it fully home, but not so hard as to bruise the wood around it.

A veces era muy mala. Estaba llena de necesidad. Como si la forma del mundo dependiera de su estado de ánimo. Como si ella tuviera alguna importancia.

So yes. It had flaws, but 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.

Me parece a mí que uno necesita algo para ser feliz, y yo no tengo nada.

Hacía avanzar la canción despacio, pero no pesadamente. La tocaba con la lentitud de un beso lujurioso. Y no es que en esa época de mi vida yo supiera mucho de besos. Pero viéndola allí de pie, con los brazos alrededor del arpa, concentrada, con los ojos entrecerrados y los labios ligeramente fruncidos, supe que quería que algún día me besaran con ese cuidado lento y deliberado.

Sabía lo rápido que podían romperse las cosas. Hacías todo lo que podías. Te ocupabas del mundo. Confiabas en estar a salvo. Pero aun así, ella lo sabía. Podía llegar aplastándolo todo, y no podías hacer nada.

Por qué no lo haces y punto, en lugar de hacer todo lo posible por intentarlo?

If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass.

Is this..." Chronicler hesitated, looking around. "Are we in Newarre?" Kote nodded. "You are, in fact, in the middle of Newarre.

No me importaba lo que creyera el resto de la gente. Yo sabía la verdad, y no soy de los que se rinden fácilmente.

El día que dejamos de preocuparnos por el futuro es el día que dejamos atrás nuestra infancia.

Me di la vuelta, mientras se me pintaba una sonrisa en la cara. Siempre me pasaba lo mismo: solo la encontraba cuando había abandonado toda esperanza

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." – Patrick Rothfuss.

By contrast, what did I have to offer? Nothing really. Less now. I was more like a curious stone that is picked up, carried a while, and finally dropped again with the realization that for all its interesting look, it is nothing more than hardened earth.

If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name.

La música siempre ha sido el mejor remedio para mis bajones de ánimo

How could I even begin? I would have more luck trying to steal the moon.

A clever thoughtless person is one of the most terrifying things there is".

You can´t prove nonexistence".

A blind man has to stumble through a cluttered room. You don't. You use your eyes and pick the easy way.

Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating.

Les mots sont les ombres pâlies de noms oubliés. De même que les noms, les mots ont aussi un pouvoir. Les mots peuvent allumer des incendies dans l'esprit des hommes. Les mots peuvent tirer les larmes des cœurs les plus endurcis. Il y a les sept mots qui rendront une femme amoureuse de toi. Il y a les dix mots qui réduiront à néant la volonté d'un homme fort. Mais un mot n'est rien d'autre que la peinture d'un feu. Un nom, c'est le feu lui-même.

But there's a better way. You show her she is beautiful. You make mirrors of your eyes, prayers of your hands against her body. It is hard, very hard, but when she truly believes you…" Bast gestured excitedly. "Suddenly the story she tells herself in her own head changes. She transforms. She isn't seen as beautiful. She is beautiful, seen.