Patrick Rothfuss’ “The Name of the Wind” Quotes (53 Quotes)

Everything said, you couldn't hope for a nicer day to have a half dozen ex-soldiers with hunting bows relieve you of everything you owned.

The boy grows upward, but the girl grows up.

I wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing I had seen in three years. That the sight of her yawning to the back of her hand was enought to drive the breath from me. How I sometimes lost the sense of her words in the sweet fluting of her voice. I wanted to say that if she were with me then somehow nothing could ever be wrong for me again.

You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.

My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.

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

There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other is to lend.

If I'd been whoring before class and waved a corset at him, no one would have thought twice about it!

A poet is a musician who can't sing.

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!

Feel free to call me by my first name: Master.

There is a sort of camaraderie that rarely exists except between men who have fought the same enemies and know the same women.

If there is one thing I will not abide it is the folly of a willful pride.

Anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a mon to wondrous things.

Old Cob tucked away his bowl of stew with the predatory efficency of a lifetime bachelor.

I also felt guilty about the three pens I'd stolen, but only for a second. And since there was no convenient way to give them back, I stole a bottle of ink before I left.

Too much of honesty makes you sound insincere

If you are going to impose your will on the world, you must have control over what you believe.

Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.

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

I believe it, Chronicler found himself thinking. Before it was just a story, but now I can believe it. This is the face of a man who has killed an angel.

Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere

I'll string a fiddle with your guts and make you play it while I dance.

By your logic I should also be in charge of Solinade dances, needlework, and horse thieving.

Owls are wise. They are careful and patient. Wisdom precludes boldness. That is why owls make poor heroes.

I guess I'm destined to be loveless

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.

It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady. Their lives are hard enough, and it never hurts to be polite.

Remember this, son, if you forget everything else. A poet is a musician who can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.