Quotes by Patrick Rothfuss

I will break your heart over a fucking library card.

But laugh? He pressed the flat of his hand against my stomach. Here lives laugh. He ran his finger straight up to my mouth and spread his fingers. Push back laugh is not good. Not healthy.Also cry? I asked. I traced an imaginary tear down my cheek with one finger.Also cry. He put his hand on his own belly. Ha ha ha, he said, pressing his hand to show me the motion of his stomach. Then his expression changed to sad. Huh huh huh, he heaved with exaggerated sobs, pressing his stomach again. Same place. Not healthy to push down.

I cant 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.

My alar is like the ocean in storm. (Devi)

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

Its hard to be wrongfully accused, but its 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.

Why wasnt I already kissing this woman? Why wasnt I naked, eating violets, and playing music underneath the open sky?Looking around the room again, everything seemed terribly ridiculous. These people sitting on their benches wearing layers on layers of clothing, eating with knives and forks. It all struck me as so pointless and contrived. It was incredibly funny. It was like they were playing a game and didnt even realize it. It was like a joke Id never understood before.

What is word for good together living? Nobody shits in the well?I laughed. Civilization?He nodded, splaying his fingers: amusement. Yes, he said. Speaking with hands is civilization.But smiling is natural, I protested. Everyone smiles.Natural is not civilization, Tempi said. Cooking meat is civilization. Washing off stink is civilization.So in Ademre you always smile with hands? I wished I knew the gesture for dismay.No. Smiling with face good with family. Good with some friend.Why only family?Tempi repeated his thumb-on-collarbone gesture again. When you make this. He pressed his palm to the side of his face and blew air into it, making a great flatulent noise. That is natural, but you do not make it near others. Rude. With family... He shrugged. Amusement. ...civilization not important. More natural with family.

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.

A poet is a musician that cant sing. Words have to find a mans mind before they can touch his heart, and some mens minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.

Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore hearts 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?

I thought of all the others who had tried to tie her to the ground and failed. So I resisted showing her the songs and poems I had written, knowing that too much truth can ruin a thing. And if that meant she wasnt entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one she could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win her and contented myself with playing a beautiful game. But there was always a part of me that hoped for more, and so there was a part of me that was always a fool.

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

I cant give you the moon,” the tinker said. “She doesnt belong to me. She belongs only to herself.

Youre sure your new roommate wont be like the last one who wore tinfoil socks and had a tendency to occasionally urinate in the refrigerator. Youre sure youll pass Math 106 this time around. Youre determined to actually join some clubs this year and not just sit around in your dorm eating spray cheese from a can and watching youtube videos about cats.

One wife, youre happy, two and youre tired, three and theyll hate each other, four and theyll hate you.