Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

Suffice to say she was impressive, though obviously still learning. She struck a few bad notes, but didn't flinch or cringe away from them. As they say, a jeweler knows the uncut gem. And I am. And she was. And so.

but when I moved to kiss her she pushed me to arm´s length, snorting as if to clear her nose. She told me I reeked of iron and sent me into the forest telling me not to return until I got the bitter stink of it from my face

El tacto de las cuerdas me producía extrañeza; mis dedos y las cuerdas eran como dos amigos que se reencuentran y que no recuerdan qué tienen en común. Toqué flojo y despacio, sin lanzar las notas más allá del círculo de luz de la hoguera. Mis dedos y las cuerdas mantenían una cuidadosa conversación, como si su danza describiera el guión de un enamoramiento.

he wore his wealth with the comfortable indifference of someone born into it. New-made nobles, pretenders, and rich merchants simply don't carry themselves the same way.

stiffen. Our eyes dim. Skin roughens and our beauty fades. The only exception is the voice. Properly cared for, a voice does nothing but grow sweeter with age and constant use. His was like a sweet honey wine. He finished his song to hearty applause, and after a moment the lights came back up and the room swelled with conversation.

it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart. Any fool will spit out poison, he says, but we hoard these painful treasures. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.

El otoño es el momento idóneo. En otoño todo está cansado y más dispuesto a morir.

Waterside and Hillside. Waterside is where people are poor. That makes them beggars, thieves, and whores. Hillside is where people are rich. That makes them solicitors, politicians, and courtesans.

Begin at the beginning.' Very well, if we are to have a telling, let's make it a proper one.

That means if you don't listen to me, you'll jump to your own conclusions and be dead wrong. Dead and wrong.

wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things.

Wilem tapped Simmon's shoulder. "He's telling the truth." Simmon glanced over at him. "Why do you say that?" "He sounds more sincere than that when he lies.

lo delgada que es la línea que separa la verdad de una mentira convincente. La línea que separa la historia de un relato entretenido.

Second, I was brilliant. Not just your run-of-the mill brilliance either. I was extraordinarily brilliant.

Cuando alguien te cuenta un trozo de su vida, te está haciendo un regalo, y no dándote lo que te debe.

So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love.

No creo que se pueda aprender todo de nada, y menos de un idioma.

Simmon snorted, then laughed at the fact that he had snorted. The

More or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts.

He understood how grief can twist a heart, how passions drive good men to folly.

But what of romance then?" I asked, slightly indignant. "What of love?

Las historias reales pocas veces toman el camino más recto.

If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he'll look for his own answers." I

Sin embargo —cavilación enigmática—, si alguna vez he conocido a alguien que no tenía ni una sola sombra en su corazón, seguramente debía de ser un niño demasiado pequeño para hablar. —Se