Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

Jeder von uns hat zweierlei Geist. Einen wachen Geist und einen schlafenden Geist. Unser wacher Geist ist der, der denkt und spricht. Unser schlafender Geist aber ist viel mächtiger. Er schaut tief in das Herz der Dinge hinein. Das ist der Teil von uns, der träumt. Er erinnert sich an alles. Er verleiht uns die Intuition. Dein wacher Geist versteht das Wesen der Namen nicht. Dein schlafender Geister versteht es durchaus. Er weiß bereits vieles, was dein wacher Geist nicht weiß.

Era como si realizáramos una de esas complicadas danzas cortesanas modeganas en que las parejas se sitúan a escasos centímetros uno del otro, pero (si son buenos bailarines) sin llegar a tocarse. Así llevábamos la conversación, pero no solo nos faltaba el tacto para guiarnos: también parecíamos sordos. De modo que danzábamos con mucho cuidado, sin saber exactamente qué música escuchaba el otro, sin saber siquiera si el otro estaba bailando.

Y sí, sabía que ella no tenía razón. Sabía que todo estaba escorado. Sabía que su cabeza estaba desbaratada. Sabía que no era auténtica por dentro. Lo sabía.

Never fool yourself into perceiving things that don't exist. It

I heard you were in sime trouble," I said nonchalantly. "So I thought I'd come and help.

I didn't really have any idea how I would find her. Some foolish, romantic part of me thought I would know her when I saw her. If she were half as radiant as her voice, she would shine like a candle in a dark room. But as I thought these things, the wiser part of me was whispering in my other ear. Do not hope, it said. Do not dare hold hope that any woman could burn as brightly as the voice that sang the part of Aloine.

What what. Hush hush." - Trapis, Name of the Wind

La luz era más intensa, y ella oía cosas que normalmente no oía. Un lamento de todo lo que estaba fuera de su sitio. Un aullido de todo lo que había dejado de ser auténtico...

You are too good for me," I said. "You are a luxury I cannot afford. Despite this, I insist you come with me today. I will buy you dinner and spend hours waxing rhapsodic over the vast landscape of wonder that is you.

All the truth is held in stories, you know?

Medio penique por cabeza. Eso es. Los que no tengan cabeza entran gratis.

I sat still as stone with my fingers aching. I wanted to play, not listen. Want isn't strong enough a word. I was hungry for it, starved. I'm not proud of the fact that I thought about stealing his lute and leaving in the dark of the night.

Si estad leyendo esto, seguramente estoy muerto

I just don't understand what you see in her," Sim said carefully. "I know she's charming. Fascinating and all of that. But she seems rather," he hesitated, "cruel." I nodded. "She is." Simmon watched me expectantly, finally said. "What? No defense for her?" "No. Cruel is a good word for her. But I think you are saying cruel and thinking something else. Denna is not wicked, or mean, or spiteful. She is cruel.

Tus labios son como copos de nieve en mis labios.

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. A long stretch of road will teach you more abour yourself than a hundred years of quite introspection.

Devi chuckled a bit. "Money is nice," she said, her eyes glittering. "But the world is full of things that people would never sell. Favors and obligation are worth far, far more.

And remember: speak least if you would be most often heard.

I want to hear you wound my lovely language with your rough barbarian tongue.

Good job, Ambrose," Wilem said sarcastically. "You caught him. He stole your fire." One of the onlookers chimed in, "Yeah, make him put it back!

Yes, I cried at the end of it. I did then, and I have every time since. Even a reading of the story aloud will bring tears to my eyes. In my opinion, anyone who isn't moved by it is less than human inside.

Bast looked at him incredulously."The whole world is burning down,"he said."Open your eyes.

She stepped the way the water moves within a gentle wave. Never mind the motion, the water stays unchanged. That was the proper way of things.

It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to be itself, and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true. It was nearly unique in this regard, while it was not always safe or kind, Auri could not help but feel a fondness of it