Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

You've deduced a universal truth: things are usually unfair.

trying to have a conversation with him was like playing catch with a well.

By earth and stone, I abjure you!

I can't tell you that," Denna said. "You need to decide what you want for yourself. You want to go home? There's a price. You want control over your life? There's a price. You want the freedom to say no? There's a price. There's always a price.

How terrible to be surrounded by the stark sharp hollowness of things that simply were enough.

Hespe's eyes were dangerous slits by this point. But even more telling was her mouth, which had formed a thin, straight line. A word of advice to you. Should you ever see that look on a woman's face, leave off talking at once and sit on both your hands.

I finally let my poor, tortured lute fall silent, remembering something my father had said long ago: '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.

What about me? Where's the story for people like me?

Looking puzzled, Rian crossed her legs. "Now that the gates of hell are closed,

There was obviously more to the story, more that I needed to know.

Stories don't need to be new to bring you joy. Some stories are like familiar friends. Some are dependable as bread. Still,

THE TOWN WAS CALLED Hallowfell. We stopped for a handful of days because there was a good wainwright there, and nearly all our wagons needed tending or mending of some sort. While we were waiting,

Watching her stroll thourgh the crowd was like watching the wind move across the surface of a pond. Except instead of casting ripples on the water, the heads of young men turned to watch her as she passed.

These streets weren't dangerous, strictly speaking. Or rather, they were dangerous in a broken glass sort of way. Broken glass won't go out of its way to hurt you. You can even touch it if you're careful. Some streets are dangerous as frothing dogs, where no amount of care will keep you safe.

One story even mentioned rainbows. Who would write that? Why make a child terrified of rainbows?

For without hope what do any of us have?

Teccam claims it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart. Any fool will spit out poison, he says, but we hoard these painful treasures. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.

Tombs is for feckless tits who can't chew their own food,

Cuando Bast volvió a la habitación, con una vaina negra colgando de la mano, sobre la barra había un montón de botellas relucientes y Kote estaba de pie en el mostrador, ahora vacío, montado entre los dos pesados barriles de roble. Kote, que estaba colocando el tablero sobre uno de los barriles, se quedó quieto y gritó, consternado: —¡Ten cuidado, Bast! Eso que llevas en la mano es una dama, no una moza de esas con las que bailas en las fiestas de pueblo.

When I arrived, Kilvin was in the process of bending a twisted length of iron rod into what I could only assume was a more desirable shape.

I am a myth," Kote said easily, making an extravagant gesture. "A very special kind of myth that creates itself. The best lies about me are the ones I told.

Watching her stroll through the crowd was like watching the wind move across the surface of a pond. Except instead of casting ripples on the water, the heads of young men turned to watch her as she passed.

It also goes without saying that I did a great many things, some heroic, some ill-advised, some clever and audacious.

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. Habrá