Top 134 Patrick Rothfuss Quotes

There are so many men, all endlessly attempting to sweep me off my feet. And there is one of you, trying just the opposite. Making sure my feet are firm beneath me, lest I fall.


Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.


It’s not over if you’re still here,” Chronicler said. “It’s not a tragedy if you’re still alive.


Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.


I’d heard you were dead.””I heard you wear a red lace corset,” I said matter-of-factly. “But I don’t believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.


But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.


I’ve always liked the moonless night best. It’s easier to say things in the dark. It’s easier to be yourself.


…nothing in the world is harder than convincing someone of an unfamiliar truth.


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 many thoughts, my kvothe. you know too much to be happy.


Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing to give a lady. But it is always roses, always red, and always perfect hothouse blooms when they can come by them.


I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.


Maple. MaypoleCatch and carry.Ash and Ember.Elderberry.Woolen. Woman.Moon at night.Willow. Window.Candlelight.Fallow farrow.Ash and oak.Bide and borrow.Chimney smoke.Barrel. Barley.Stone and stave.Wind and water.Misbehave.


If I could sum it up in 50 words, I wouldn’t have needed to write a whole novel about it.


But it isn’t a rough draft either. The one I turned in several months ago was rough. There were some bad plot holes, some logical inconsistencies, pacing problems, and not nearly enough lesbian unicorns.


Only priests and fools are fearless and I’ve never been on the best of terms with God.


Books are a poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.


We know how it ends practically before it starts. That´s why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack”.


I was one of those. I meddled with dark powers. Isummoned demons. I ate the entire little cheese, including the rind.


Just handle the books gently and you’ll get along fine.


It’s the questions we can’t answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. 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.


There is a great difference between being fearless and being brave.


Once I knew what was bothering me, the greater part of my uneasiness left. Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.


If you fall, you fall,” Elodin shrugged. “Sometimes falling teaches us things too.” In dreams you often fall before you wake.


What about falling?’ I asked. ‘If you fall, you fall.’ Elodin shrugged. ‘Sometimes falling teaches us things too. In dreams you often fall before you wake.


I want a magical horse that fits in my pocket,” Wil said. “And a ring of red amber that gives me power over demons. And an endless supply of cake.


What I personally knew about courting women could comfortably fit into a thimble without taking it off your finger first.


There’s looking and there’s looking. When some men look at you it’s a greasy thing. It makes you want to have a bath. With other men it’s nice. It helps you know you’re beautiful.


I always read. You know how sharks have to keep swimming or they die? I’m like that. If I stop reading, I die.


I heard the silence pouring from them. The audience held themselves quiet, tense, and tight, as if the song had burned them worse than flame.Each person held their wounded selves closely, clutching their pain as if it were a precious thing.


Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when you call and she will not answer. So I began sleeping less to give her the time she needed.


Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician’s curse.


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.


There is a great deal of difference between a penis and a heart.


There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.


No hard feelings about that time in the Crucible when you mixed my salts and I was nearly blind for a day. No. No, really, drink up!


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.


I do not understand this man,” [Tempi] said. “Is he attempting to buy sex with me? Or does he wish to fight?


We all know that when the lights are out all women are the same height!


She took another step. The simple motion of her moving leg was like a dance, the unexaggerated shifting of her hip entrancing as a fire. The arch of her bare foot said more of sex than anything I’d seen in my young life.


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.


Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.


Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating … but there are other ways to understanding.


I am no poet. I do not love words for the sake of words. I love words for what they can accomplish. Similarly, I am no arithmetician. Numbers that speak only of numbers are of little interest to me.


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.


There is a great difference between a gift given freely, and one that’s meant to tie you to a man.


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.


The law of sympathy is one of the most basic parts of magic. It states that the more similar two objects are, the greater the sympathetic link. The greater the link, the more easily they influence each other.


She didn’t know any better. Nobody had ever told her that she couldn’t. Because of this, she moved through the city like some faerie creature. She walked roads no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange and free.


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”.


He had a bright, reckless tenor that was always wandering off, looking for notes in the wrong places.


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.


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.


Hespe’s mouth went firm. She didn’t scowl exactly, but it looked like she was getting all the pieces of a scowl together in one place, just in case she needed them in a hurry.


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.


She stamped her foot. She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self insideout and backward, then fell into a crack and lost it’s name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.


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


Dawn was coming. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.


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.


Sharing silence between us. Sometimes is all you can share.


It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.


She taught me I should never do anything in private I did not want talked about in public, and cautioned me not to talk in my sleep.


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.


I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.


This is how deeply rooted stories are, folks. We crave them before we can walk, and we start telling them before we can talk.


Pride is always a better lever against the nobility than reason.


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.


When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.


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.


She shelled the nuts and toasted them, jiggling them about in the pan. She sprinkled them with salt and ate them each by each. Some were bitter. Some were sweet. Some were hardly anything. That was just the way of things.


Patience and propriety. It was the only graceful thing to do.


A tree doesn’t make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lighting´s going to strike”.


There is something deeply satisfying in shaping something with your hands. Proper artificing is like a song made solid. It is an act of creation.


I do this so you cannot help but hear. a wise man views a moonless night with fear.


She washed he hands,then looked at my side. “you haven’t even had it stitched?” She said incredulously.”I’ve been rather busy,” I said. “With the running like hell and hiding all night.


It’s quite enough to have a secret. Anything more would be greedy.


There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.


Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn’t talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.


I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use.


over his own dark Cealdish beard. “Nothing like your marvelous facebear,


money I could hardly think of it. “Go on, take it.


My bad luck got tangled up with my bad decisions, and I’m paying for it.


Bast looked at him incredulously.”The whole world is burning down,”he said.”Open your eyes.


Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself


As my father used to say: “There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other to lend.” – Kvothe the Bloodless (The Name of The Wind)


I will break your heart over a fucking library card.


I can’t count the men who have tried to seduce me away from my virtue by teaching me how to defend it.


Wilem: ‘What is the word for that here? A man who is intimate with both women and men?”Lucky?’ Denna suggested. ‘Tired? Ambidextrous?”Ambisextrous,’ I corrected.


…every piece of the laughing was a tiny bird come tumbling out to fly around the room.


Do you know why they call this place the Rookery?” Elodin asked. I shook my head.”Because it’s where you go if you’re a-ravin’.” He smiled a wild smile. He laughed a terrible laugh.


It’s hard to be wrongfully accused, but it’s worse when the people looking down on you are clods who have never read a book or traveled more than twenty miles from the place they were born.


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.


Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart’s yearning.


Wrong things never lead to success. If a man acts wrongly and succeeds, that is not the way. Without the Lethani there is no true success.


Why would I want to win anything other than a beautiful game?


When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you’ll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.


I can’t give you the moon,” the tinker said. “She doesn’t belong to me. She belongs only to herself.


One wife, you’re happy, two and you’re tired, three and they’ll hate each other, four and they’ll hate you.


Yesterday he had limped, but today there was no part of his feet that didn’t hurt, so limping did no good.


Nothing was nothing else. Nothing was anything it shouldn’t be.


They were everything they ought to be and nothing else.


You’ve got a great chance in college to do all sorts of terrible irresponsible things, and you should totally do them. I mean, make huge mistakes. This is the time in your life if you screw up, it’s okay because you can bounce back from it.



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