Patrick Rothfuss Quotes
Words cannot always do the work we need them to. Music is there for when words fail us.
Lord but I dislike poetry. How can anyone remember words that aren't put to music?
You will not find it in the words of poets or the longing eyes of sailors. If you want to know of love, look to a trouper's hands as he makes his music. A trouper knows.
As I fingered my way through the songs, I felt my worries slough away. My music has always been the best remedy for my dark moods. As I sang, even my bruises seemed to pain me less.
What what, " Trapis said as he hurried over to tend to her, his bare feet slapping on the floor. "What what. Hush hush.
Power is okay, and stupidity is usually harmless. Power and stupidity together are dangerous".
It exhasperated her, but she knew better than to force the world to her desire.
She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.
Kid's books should be just as good as any other books. No. They should be held to a *higher* standard than other literature for the same reason that we take extra care with children's food.
It will be worth it if I am remembered, if not flatteringly, then at least with some small amount of accuracy.
I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day.
What? No defense? Any student of mine must be able to defend his ideas against an attack. No matter how you spend your life, your wit will defend you more often than a sword. Keep it sharp!
They were the best sort of friends. The sort everyone hopes for but no one deserves, least of all me.
His voice is like a thunderstorm, and his hands know every secret hidden deep beneath the cool, dark earth.
I am sorry to tell you this thing. Youu are a good man, and a pretty thing. But still, you are only a man. All you have to offer the world is your anger.
It had felt as if I were truly awake for the first time, true knowledge running like ice in my blood.The memory exhilirated me for a moment, then left me with a broken cord of loss.
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.
There's no clear water from a muddy well. All you can do is let the silt settle until the water clears otherwise it will taste sour. (paraphrased)
...If there's one thing I'm well versed in it's my own good qualities.
I realize that I cannot say enough. So. Since I cannot say enough, at least I will avoid saying to much".
Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.
Congratulations, he said. "That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen." His expression was a mix of awe and disbelief. "Ever.
I want to hear you wound my lovely language with your rough barbarian tongue.
He beat you." And as I spoke the words I felt a terrible anger come together inside me. It wasn't hot and furious, as some of my flashes of temper tend to be. This was different, slow and cold.
I don't care whose son he is. I won't go belly-up like a timid pup. If he's fool enough to take a poke at me, I'll snap the finger clean off that does the poking.
They fight like puppies. They are young, and boys. They are full of anger and impatience. Women have less trouble with these things. It's part of what makes us better fighters.
The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she’d snap and crack the world in two.
It was the sort of anger that comes to a slow boil inside the hearts of good men who want justice, and finding it out oftheir grasp, decide vengeance is the next best thing.
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.
If not for him, I would never have become the man I am today. I ask that you not hold it against him. He meant well
If she was beautiful at rest she was doubly so awake. Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself.
Lies are simpler, and most of the time they make better sense.
It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.
The point isn't to win the game. The point is to play a beautiful game. (paraphrased)
Looters become looted, while time and tide make us mercenaries all.
If I ever met someone without a single shadow on their heart, it was surely a child too young for speaking.
Are you hurt?""Absolutely, " I said. "Especially in my everywhere.
Pride and folly, they go together like two tightly grasping hands.
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.
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.
When someone tells you a piece of their life, they’re giving you a gift, not granting you your due.
The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our chilhood behind.
Oh yes. It was well worth it, doing things the proper way.
She was not vain enough to work her will against the world. But she could use the things the world had given her.
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.