Quotes by Patrick Rothfuss

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.

Theres 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 theres one thing Im well versed in its 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.

This is the nature of love. Vashet said. To attempt to describe it will drive a woman mad. This is what keeps poets scribbling endlessly away. If one could pin it to paper all complete, the others would lay down their pens. But it cannot be done.

Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.

Congratulations, he said. That was the stupidest thing Ive ever seen. His expression was a mix of awe and disbelief. Ever.

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.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.

I want to hear you wound my lovely language with your rough barbarian tongue.

She knew the way of things. She knew ifyou werent always stepping lightly as a bird the wholeworld came apart to crush you. Like a house of cards.Like a bottle against stones. Like a wrist pinned hardbeneath a hand with the hot breath smell of want andwine. . . .

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.

Some days simply lay on you like stones.

Hespes mouth went firm. She didnt 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 wasnt hot and furious, as some of my flashes of temper tend to be. This was different, slow and cold.

I dont care whose son he is. I wont go belly-up like a timid pup. If hes fool enough to take a poke at me, Ill 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. Its 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 its 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.