Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

Pero los humanos somos animales de costumbres. Tendemos a caminar por los surcos que nos vamos labrando.

The same curiosity that made me such an eager student also led me into trouble with fair regularity.

Con la edad se deterioran muchas cosas. Las manos y la espalda cobran rigidez. La visión empeora. La piel se vuelve áspera y la belleza se apaga. La única excepción es la voz. Si se cuida bien, con la edad y con el uso continuado la voz no hace otra cosa que ganar suavidad. La de aquel hombre era dulce como un vino de miel. Al terminar su canción, recibió un aplauso caluroso, y al cabo de un momento volvieron a encenderse las luces y se reanudaron las conversaciones.

You get things done. Not always the best way, or the most sensible way, but it gets done nonetheless.

there are two types of secrets. There are secrets of the mouth and secrets of the heart. Most

It's quite hard. Making pies, I mean. You wouldn't think it, but there's quite a lot to the process. Bread is easy. Soup is easy. Pudding is easy. But pie is complicated. It's something you never realize until you try it for yourself.

I had forgotten how backward you are. My poet king was the same way. It took him a long, miserable time before he realized the truth of things: there is a great deal of difference between a penis and a heart.

Milova? pre nie?o vie každý. No milova? napriek chybám, ba dokonca milova? aj tie, je prejavom zriedkavej a ?istej náklonnosti.

Can't remember the end of that last line. Lord but I dislike poetry. How can anyone remember words that aren't put to music?

No hay nada que haga sentirse más viejo a un hombre que una mujer joven.

Music carries words over miles and into hearts and memories.

But how?" I asked. Felurian stopped swimming and floated on her back, looking up at the sky. "oh, moon," she said forlornly. "I perish for kisses. why have you brought me an owl when I desired a man?" She sighed, then softly hooted into the night: how? how? how?

After a few moments my back began to ache with the pressure of supporting her weight and my own. My leg started to go numb. Her hair tickled my nose. Still, I didn't move for fear of ruining this, the most wonderful moment of my life.

Still, it was sulk or sail.

at the end of the day, I am a trouper first and all else second. As such, I couldn't ignore the chance for a little showmanship.

Then we sat on a stone, dandling our feet in the water and enjoying each other's company as we rested. We shared an apple, passing it back and forth between bites, which is close to kissing, if you've never kissed before.

Poves? ?loveka pozná každý, okrem neho samého.

The point of all of this is control. First you must have control of yourself. Then you can gain control of your surroundings. Then you gain control of whoever stands against you.

bar and dashed it against Skarpi's head, shattering

Amamos lo que amamos. La razón no entra en juego. En muchos aspectos, el amor más insensato es el amor más verdadero. Cualquiera puede amar algo por algún motivo. Eso es tan fácil como meterse un penique en el bolsillo. Pero amar algo a pesar de algo es otra cosa. Conocer los defectos y amarlos también. Eso es inusual, puro y perfecto.

Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere." "My

Respetas algo cuando le das un buen uso –replicó ella–. Tal vez pasen años hasta que vuelva a las tierras de los bárbaros y pelee. ¿Qué mal hay en que, entretanto, corte ramitas y zanahorias con mi espada? –Se puso seria–. Llevar una espada toda la vida, sabiendo que solo sirve para matar... –Meneó la cabeza–. ¿Cómo afectaría eso a mi mente? Sería espantoso.

I was only playing for myself, but I was a harsh audience.

His voice was deeper than mine, a warm bass with enough of a Modegan accent to lend it a slight musical cant... When he spoke, women at the surrounding tables turned to look in his direction with hungry, half-lidded eyes. His voice had the opposite effect on me. To be both rich and handsome was bad enough. But to have a voice like honey over warm bread on top of that was simply inexcusable. The sound of it made me feel like a cat grabbed by the tail and rubbed backward with a wet hand.