Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

So Taborlin fell, but he did not despair. For he knew the name of the wind, and so the wind obeyed him. He

When you wait a few span or month to hear a finished song, the anticipation adds savor. But after a year excitement begins to sour. -Kvothe, The Name of the Wind, Ch. 12

Mysteries, for example, are not secrets. Neither are little-known facts or forgotten truths. A secret, Teccam explains, is true knowledge actively concealed.

Pedirle a un músico que deje de coger su instrumento es como pedirle a un hombre que deje de besar a su esposa.

group, Kvothe emerged from the kitchen and returned to the

No sabía con certeza de qué huía, a menos que fuera de la gente.

There were rings unseen on his second hand. One was blood in a flowing band. One of air all whisper thin, And the ring of ice had a flaw within. Full faintly shone the ring of flame, And the final ring was without name.

I discovered he only taught one class: Unlikely Maths. However, this was less than helpful in tracking him down, as according to the ledger, the time of the class was "now" and the location was

There is nothing quite so delightfully mysterious as a secret in your own backyard. We

how thin the line is between the truth and a compelling lie. Between history and an entertaining story." Chronicler gave his words a minute to sink in. "You know which will win, given time.

Es mejor conocer los propios límites que calcular mal las propias habilidades y perder el control.

I opened my mouth. Then closed it, deciding this was probably not the right time for questions. Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.

Their eyes went to the flickering fire, then back to me. I was one of those. I meddled with dark powers. I summoned demons. I ate the entire little cheese, including the rind.

if you have a secret compartment in your lute case and don't use it to hide things, there is something terribly, terribly wrong with you.

Un poeta es un músico que no sabe cantar. Las palabras tienen que encontrar la mente de un hombre si pretenden llegar a su corazón, y la mente de algunos hombres es lamentablemente pequeña. La música llega al corazón por pequeña o acérrima que sea la mente de quien la escucha.

Es como la vida misma [...]. Nos gustan las cosas dulces, pero necesitamos las amargas.

Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.

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.

small thaws make great floods, so be twice wary of a slowly changing season.

So as we rode there were many things unspoken. The tension built in the air between us as the road jounced away beneath the cart's wheels. There were gaps and breaks in our conversation, silences that stretched too long, silences that were short but terrifyingly deep.

En los meses de primavera todo está demasiado lleno de vida. En verano, está demasiado fuerte y no hay manera de soltarlo. El otoño... El otoño es el momento idóneo. En otoño todo está cansado y más dispuesto a morir.

She looked at me. Looked away. "You think too much of me." I smiled. "Perhaps you think too little of yourself.

a sounten or a peveret or something else. You pay your money, the barman gives her water, and at the end of the night she splits the money with the

It reminded me of the quiet that settles on the coldest days in winter when it hurts to breathe and everything is still.