Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

need to go chase the wind for a while, you are too serious.

Así es la vida. Los saqueadores acaban siendo saqueados, y el tiempo nos hace mercenarios a todos.

My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content.

proud as a kicked cat.

Why do I need to prove anything to you?" Bast asked. "Why would I care what you think? Be happy in your silly little ignorance. I'm doing you a favor by not telling you the truth.

All around me there was a great numbness, as if I were sealed in wax ten inches thick. There was no Kvothe, only the confusion, the anger, and the numbness wrapping them. I was like a sparrow in a storm, unable to find a safe branch to cling to. Unable to control the tumbling motion of my flight.

Ignore the world and trust it to return the favor.

I turned to see a young woman standing in the doorway. Young, pretty, unassuming, the sort of girl that always worked at little inns like this: a Nellie. Nell. The sort of girl who spent her life in a perpetual flinch because the innkeeper had a temper and a sharp tongue and wasn't afraid to show her the back of his hand.

Eso es lo que de verdad distingue a la nobleza: el convencimiento de que pueden hacer cualquier cosa, ya sea teñir pieles, herrar un caballo, manejar un torno de cerámica, arar un campo... Solo necesitan querer hacerlo.

It's like he knows he's better than you but doesn't look down on you for it because he knows it's not your fault.

They are young, and boys. They are full of anger and impatience. Women have less trouble with these things. It's part of what makes us better fighters." I

Era una vela gruesa que olía a lavanda. —¿Qué hay dentro? —pregunté. —Sueños felices. Los he puesto ahí para ti.

El dicho el tiempo lo cura todo es falso. El tiempo cura la mayoría de las heridas. El resto están escondidas.

There were tears once or twice. But they were not for the men she had lost or the men she had left. They were quiet tears for herself, because there was something inside her that was badly hurt.

same thing: 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 introspection.

Tutte le storie sono vere» disse Skarpi. «Ma questa è accaduta davvero, se è questo ciò che intendi.» Bevve lentamente un altro sorso, poi sorrise di nuovo, i suoi occhi vivaci che danzavano. «Più o meno. Devi essere un po' bugiardo per raccontare una storia nel modo giusto. Troppa verità confonde i fatti. Troppa onestà ti fa sembrare falso.

Denna moved through the crowd with slow grace. Not the stiffness that passes for grace in courtly settings, but a natural leisure of movement. A cat does not think of stretching, it stretches. But a tree does not even do this. A tree simply sways without the effort of moving itself. That is how she moved.

clever, thoughtless person is one of the most terrifying things there is.

You will not find it in the words of poets or the longing eyes of sailors. If you want to know of love, look to a trouper's hands as he makes his music. A trouper knows.

It is the luxury of looking backward. You can do it forever, and it is useless.

Secrets of the heart are different. They are private and painful, and we want nothing more than to hide them from the world. They do not swell and press against the mouth. They live in the heart, and the longer they are kept, the heavier they become.

I will play you music. I will sing you songs. For the rest of the afternoon, the rest of the world cannot touch us.

I will have no fighting among my friends. I have lost enough without that.

The three friends had grown up together, listening to Cob's stories and ignoring his advice.