Quotes from Patrick Rothfuss

This isn't the hand of some swooning princess who sits tatting lace and waiting for some prince to

No hay nada mejor en el mundo que la dulce sonrisa de una mujer joven.

What does our story need? What vital element is it lacking?" "Women, Reshi," Bast said immediately. "There's a real paucity of women.

El día que empezamos a preocuparnos por el futuro es el día que dejamos atrás nuestra infancia

All stories are true," Skarpi said. "But this one really happened, if that's what you mean.

only fools and priests are never afraid. But it is true that very few things unnerved him.

I am calm as a windless winter night.

My granda always told me that fall's the time to root up something you dont want coming back to trouble you. Autumn...Autumn's the time. In autumn, everything is tired and ready to die.

There are names for people who take advantage of woman who are not in full control of themselves".

el clavo más alto es el que primero recibe el martillazo.

nothing really frightened him,

of them: one for each pontifet in Atur, and an extra for the capitol.

The third silence was not an easy thing to notice. If you listened for an hour, you might begin to feel it in the chill metal of a dozen locks turned tight to keep the night away.

Before anything else could be said, Lorren stormed into the room. His normally placid expression was fierce and hard. I felt myself sweat cold and I thought of what Teccam wrote in his Theophany: There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.

So much was so easy. Glamour was second nature. It was just making folk see what they wanted to see. Fooling folk was simple as singing. Tricking folk and telling lies, it was like breathing. But this? Convincing someone of the truth that they were too twisted to see? How could you even begin?

stories were told here, but they happened somewhere else.

Dianne is like a waterfall of spark pouring off a sharp iron edge that God is holding to the grindstone.

Solo los bárbaros y los locos disfrutan con el combate.

the thought of his blood on the outside didn't mean he was really afraid of those things. He just didn't want them to happen. To really fear something you have to dwell on it.

Si quieres saber quién eres, camina hasta que no haya nadie que sepa tu nombre.

The Chancellor looked down at the paper in front of him. He cleared his throat. "Re'lar Ambrose, are you a donkey?

met him like a lover in an empty bed. The

me escuchó atentamente, haciendo exclamaciones de asombro en los momentos indicados. Era un público perfecto.

So God will tend the laurels and keep them wet. And I will tend the players and keep them dry. And wiser minds than mine will decide when to bring the two together.