Patrick Rothfuss Quotes (91 Quotes)

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.

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

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.

It's a shame you left without a word, you know. She was just beginning to trust you before that. Before you got angry. Before you ran off. Just like every other man in her life. Lusting after her, full of sweet words, then just walking away. Leaving her alone. Good thing she's used to it by now, isn't it? Otherwise you might have hurt her. Otherwise you just might have broken that poor girl's heart

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

A tree doesn't make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lightning's going to strike.

The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present.

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!

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.

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.

I've waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are

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

All the truth in the world is held in stories.

Then he turned it the third time, and the boy's ass fell off.

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 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.

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

Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love... It wasn't dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost too fast for you to see. But still, you know it's there, down where you can't see, kindling.

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

Ambrose, your presence is the horseshit frosting on the horseshit cake that is the admissions interview process.

There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.

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 decided to dub the room with the good chairs my lutery. Or perhaps my performatory. I would need a while to come up with something suitably pretentious.

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.