Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard Of Silent Things Quotes
She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.
But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.
They were everything they ought to be and nothing else.
Nothing was nothing else. Nothing was anything it shouldn’t be.
...every piece of the laughing was a tiny bird come tumbling out to fly around the room.
There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.
Patience and propriety. It was the only graceful thing to do.
But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world. Even though she knew it was a wicked thing to do.
She was not vain enough to work her will against the world. But she could use the things the world had given her.
Oh yes. It was well worth it, doing things the proper way.
Losing Foxen was bad. It would leave her blind and lonely in the dark. Being trapped beneath the pipes and choking out her life was awful too. But neither of those things were wrong.
But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.
I love her more than just a little. I think it's because we're both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we're both aware of it.
The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she’d snap and crack the world in two.
Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.
I cannot help but wonder how many of us walk through our lives, day after day, feeling slightly broken and alone, surrounded all the time by others who feel exactly the same way.
She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.
It exhasperated her, but she knew better than to force the world to her desire.