Patrick Rothfuss Quotes

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.

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She taught me I should never do anything in private I did not want talked about in public, and cautioned me not to talk in my sleep.

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The point isn't to win the game. The point is to play a beautiful game. (paraphrased)

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Looters become looted, while time and tide make us mercenaries all.

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If I ever met someone without a single shadow on their heart, it was surely a child too young for speaking.

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I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.

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

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My father referred to it as the finest song ever written for fifteen fingers. He made me play it when I was getting too full of myself and felt I needed humbling. Suffice to say I practice it with fair regularity, sometimes more than once a day.

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Pride and folly, they go together like two tightly grasping hands.

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I am Edema Ruh to my bones. That means my blood is red. It means I breathe the free air and walk where my feet take me. I do not cringe and fawn like a dog at a man's title. That looks like pride to people who have spent their lives cultivating supple spines.

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Pride is the luxury of the strong.

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You are unmannerly,sharp-tounged, and show no respect for your betters,which is practically everyone given your lowly ravel birth.I am Edema Ruh to my bones.That means my blood is red.It means I breathe the free air and walk where my feet take me.I do not cringe and fawn like a dog at a man's title.That looks like pride to people who have spent their lives cultivating supple spines-Kvothe

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But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

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Losing Foxen was bad. It would leave her blind and lonely in the dark. Being trapped beneath the pipes and choking out her life was awful too. But neither of those things were wrong.

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When someone tells you a piece of their life, they’re giving you a gift, not granting you your due.

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When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

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The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our chilhood behind.

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Oh yes. It was well worth it, doing things the proper way.

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She was not vain enough to work her will against the world. But she could use the things the world had given her.

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But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world. Even though she knew it was a wicked thing to do.

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She shelled the nuts and toasted them, jiggling them about in the pan. She sprinkled them with salt and ate them each by each. Some were bitter. Some were sweet. Some were hardly anything. That was just the way of things.

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Patience and propriety. It was the only graceful thing to do.

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Kvothe continued, smiling himself “I see you laugh. Very well, for simplicity’s sake, let us assume I am the center of creation. In doing this, let us pass over innumerable boring stories: the rise and fall of empires, sagas of heroism, ballads of tragic love. Let us hurry forward to the only tale of any real importance.” His smile broadened. “Mine.

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

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There is something deeply satisfying in shaping something with your hands. Proper artificing is like a song made solid. It is an act of creation.

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I was in my early twenties and I was, to be quite honest, a bit of a punk. A swaggering entitled straight white guy who hadn't but a lot of thought into what it might be like to be anything other than a straight white guy. Because when you're a straight white guy, you don't *have* to think about that....

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I do this so you cannot help but hear. a wise man views a moonless night with fear.

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It's quite enough to have a secret. Anything more would be greedy.

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There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.

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

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All stories are true,” Skarpi said. “But this one really happened, if that’s what you mean.” He took another slow drink, then smiled again, his bright eyes dancing. “More or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.

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What do you know of poetry?” Ambrose said without bothering to turn around. “I know a limping verse when I hear it,” I said. “But this isn’t even limping. A limp has rhythm. This is more like someone falling down a set of stairs. Uneven stairs. With a midden at the bottom.” “It is a sprung rhythm,” he said, his voice stiff and offended. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” “Sprung?” I burst out with an incredulous laugh. “I understand that if I saw a horse with a leg this badly ‘sprung,’ I’d kill it out of mercy, then burn its poor corpse for fear the local dogs might gnaw on it and die.

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I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use.

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He hesitated, then lifted his head and sniffed. “Have you been drinking?” The question was more curious than accusatory. “No,” Bast said. The innkeeper raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been tasting,” Bast said, emphasizing the word. “Tasting comes before drinking.

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Everyone knew what he was thinking. Certainly there were demons in the world. But they were like Tehlu’s angels. They were like heroes and kings. They belonged in stories. They belonged out there. Taborlin the Great called up fire and lightning to destroy demons. Tehlu broke them in his hands and sent them howling into the nameless void. Your childhood friend didn’t stomp one to death on the road to Baedn-Bryt. It was ridiculous.

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over his own dark Cealdish beard. “Nothing like your marvelous facebear

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money I could hardly think of it. “Go on, take it.

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My bad luck got tangled up with my bad decisions, and I'm paying for it.

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And there was Ambrose. To deem us simply enemies is to lose the true flavours of our relationship. It was more like the two of us entered into a business partnership in order to more efficiently pursue our mutual interest of hating each other.

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Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself

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