Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

I know," she said. "You have a stone in your heart, and some days it's so heavy there is nothing to be done. But you don't have to be alone for it. You should have come to me. I understand.

Are you hurt?" "Absolutely," I said. "Especially in my everywhere.

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

No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. 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 about yourself than a hundred years of quiet.

The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.

It's not over if you're still here," Chronicler said. "It's not a tragedy if you're still alive.

I swear I've never met a man who has your knack for lack of social grace. If you weren't naturally charming, someone would have stabbed you by now.

Anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things.

Owls are wise. They are careful and patient. Wisdom precludes boldness. That is why owls make poor heroes.

Only a fool worries over what he can't control.

Vashet: "I will admit, I've never had a studen offer himself up for a vicious beating in order to prove he's worth my time." Kvothe: "That was nothing. Once I jumped off a roof.

That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.

Denna is a wild thing," I explained. "Like a hind or a summer storm. If a storm blows down your house, or breaks a tree, you don't say the storm was mean. It was cruel. It acted according to its nature and something unfortunately was hurt. The same is true of Denna.

Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn't talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

I'd heard you were dead." "I heard you wear a red lace corset," I said matter-of-factly. "But I don't believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.

To be so lovely and so lost. To be all answerful with all that knowing trapped inside. To be beautiful and broken.

This story is for all the slightly broken people out there. I am one of you. You are not alone. You are all beautiful to me.

He was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn't realize that once a noose is tied it will fit one neck as easily as another.

If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.

it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart.

You are an educated man. You know there are no such things as demons." Bast smiled a terrible smile. "There is only my kind." Bast leaned closer still, Chronicler smelled flowers on his breath. "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.

Practice makes the master.