Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

It's like Teccam said, nothing in the world is harder than convincing someone of an unfamiliar truth.

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.

When a man gives you a rose what you see may not be what he intends. You may think he sees you as delicate or frail. Perhaps you dislike a suitor who considers you all sweet and nothing else. Perhaps the stem is thorned, and you assume he thinks you likely to hurt a hand too quick to touch. But if he trims the thorns you might think he has no liking for a thing that can defend itself with sharpness.

Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was fire itself.

Si quieres saber quién eres, camina hasta que no haya nadie que sepa tu nombre. Viajar nos pone en nuestro sitio, nos enseña más que ningún maestro, es amargo como una medicina, cruel como un espejo. Un largo tramo de camino te enseñará más sobre ti mismo que cien años de silenciosa introspección.

soaking in the quiet until he was full of it, then taking it with him when he left.

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 fac, leave off talking at once and sit on both your hands.

pero, ¿qué importa cuando se trata de asuntos del corazón? 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 al bolsillo. Pero amar algo a pesar de algo es otra cosa. Conocer los defectos y amarlos también. Eso es inusual, puro y perfecto.

As they say: know a lady by her manner, a man by his cloth.

could indicate she doesn't know who she is," he said. "Or that she does know, and doesn't like it." He looked up and rubbed his nose thoughtfully. "It could indicate restlessness and dissatisfaction. It could mean her nature is changeable and she shifts her name to fit it. Or it could mean she changes her name with the hope it might help her be a different person.

Inherent power you possess as part of yourself. Granted power is lent or given by other people.

That night, and for many to come, Wil and Sim took turns watching over me as I slept, keeping me safe with their Alar. They were the best sort of friends. The sort everyone hopes for but no one deserves, least of all me.

She was not loud, or vain. We stare at a fire because it flickers, because it glows. The light is what catches our eyes, but what makes a man lean close to a fire has nothing to do with its bright shape. What draws you to a fire is the warmth you feel when you come near.

Denna lifted her glass in a salute. "To the gullibility of the well-educated.

I was perfectly content, lost among the endless books. It made me feel safe,

He's not upset because you didn't trust him, or that you tricked Sim. He's upset because you found out what asinine lengths he is willing to go to in order to impress a woman." He looked at me. "Is 'asinine' the right word?" I took a deep breath and let it out. "Pretty much," I admitted. "I chose it because it sounded like ass," Wil said.

Don't put beets in the soup, Reshi," Bast said. "They're foul.

Does this seem to be a place that concerns itself overmuch with the turning of the world?

Yes. No. Maybe. Elsewhere. Soon.

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." I

They also know that they are friends, and they share a certain love that will never leave them.

I am the king of good ideas gone terribly wrong.

I did my best not to think about it. Only a fool worries over what he can't control.

learned the sordid inner workings of the royal court in Modeg from a . . . courtesan. As my father used to say: "Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady. Their lives are hard enough, and it never hurts to be polite.