Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

widow, fairly wealthy, fairly young,

Many of the stories centered around me hunting bandits and rescuing young girls. But none of them came terribly close to the truth. No story can move a thousand miles by word of mouth and keep its shape.

But those are just stories," I protested. He gave me an amused look. "Where do you think stories come from, E'lir Kvothe? Every tale has deep roots somewhere in the world.

To old friends who deserved better than they got.

Pasa lo mismo que con las semillas de grano Si al final de un largo invierno te queda un poco de grano, puedes utilizarlo como semilla. Controlas tu vida. Puedes utilizar ese grano y hacer planes para el futuro. Pero si llega la primavera y no te queda grano para usarlo como semilla, te encuentras indefenso. Por muy duro que trabajes, y por muy buenas que sean tus intenciones, las cosechas no crecen si no tienes semillas con que empezar.

Despite our difficulties, we had become close, and it is hard to leave such things behind.

Sur lui je ferai descendre la faim et le feu Jusqu'à ce qu'il connaisse L'abomination de la désolation. Et que tous les démons qui peuplent les ténèbres Comprennent enfin, avec stupeur, Que, sans répit, la vengeance Dévore le cœur de l'homme.

I'm not particularly religious, but I do have a vestigial sense of propriety. And

intensity of indifference that only grief can promote.

This isn't the hand of some swooning princess who sits tatting lace and waiting for some prince to save her. This is the hand of a woman who would climb a rope of her own hair to freedom, or kill a captor ogre in his sleep." I looked into her eyes. "And this is the hand of a woman who would have made it through the fire on her own if I hadn't been there. Singed perhaps, but safe.

lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket.

a wise man views a moonless night with fear.

Kist, crayle, en kote," he swore furiously. He threw down the metal tube where it rang sharply against the stone floor. "Kraemet brevetan Aerin!" I fought down the sudden urge to laugh. My Siaru wasn't perfect, but I was fairly certain Kilvin had said, Shit in God's beard.

I care nothing for your intentions, E'lir Kvothe, deceived or otherwise. All that matters is the reality of your actions. Your hand held the fire. Yours is the blame. That is the lesson all adults must learn.

Las historias contienen toda la verdad del mundo, ya lo sabes.

comport yourself with more decorum in the future.

Better you should know your honest than over-guess your abilities and lose control".

Its like seed grain, at the end of a long winter if you have some of the grain left, you can use ir for seed, you have control over your life, you can use that grain and make plan for the future, but if you have no grain for seed in the spring you are helpless, no amount of hard work or good intentions will make crops grow if you don't have the seed to start with".

Caution is always wisdom's tool.

Nuestras formas de hablar son como dibujos de nombres. Nombres vagos, débiles, pero nombres al fin y al cabo. Ten cuidado con ellos.

Inherent power is an obvious thing. Strength of body." He patted my supporting arm. "Strength of mind. Strength of personality. All these things lie within a person. They define us. They determine our limits.

It looked as if an alchemist had distilled a dozen swords, and when the crucible had cooled this was lying in the bottom: a sword in its pure form.

for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world

These were bad memories, but over the years I had brought them out and handled them so often there was hardly a sharp edge left to them. I