Patrick Rothfuss Quotes (91 Quotes)

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.

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.

Too much of honesty makes you sound insincere

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

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.

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.

Its like he knows he's better than you, but doesn't look down on you for it because he knows it's not your fault.

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

Don't put beets in the soup, Reshi. They're foul.

Just because I tread heavily on propriety's toes doesn't mean I can't play the game when it's of use to me.

I guess I'm destined to be loveless

Just pity him, my boy. Tomorrow we'll be on our way, but he'll have to keep his own disagreeable company until the day he dies.

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.

Good lord woman. If i had tits like yours I'd own half the world by now.

Knowing your own ignorance is the first step to enlightenment.

I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.

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.

We all become what we pretend to be.

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

Only a fool worries over what he can't control.

A poet is a musician who can't sing.

I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep. You may have heard of me.

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!

We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.

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.

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

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

I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned

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

When left to its own devices it tends to make me look as if I've been set afire.