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“Sólo los sacerdotes y los locos no tienen miedo a nada, y yo nunca me he llevado muy bien con Dios”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“You,” I said, “are sweet music in a distant room.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“I can't give you the moon,” the tinker said. “She doesn't belong to me. She belongs only to herself.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“Utilizar palabras para hablar de palabras es como utilizar un lápiz para hacer un dibujo de ese lápiz sobre ese mismo lápiz. Imposible. Desconcertante. Frustrante.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“Hours later the blank sheet still stared at me, and I beat my fist against the desk in fury and fustration, striking it so hard my hand bled. That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to BE itself, and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“She felt the panic rising in her then. She knew. She knew how quickly things could break. You did the things you could. You tended to the world for the world's sake. You hoped you would be safe. But still she knew. It could come crashing down and there was nothing you could do. And yes, she knew she wasn't right. She knew her everything was canted wrong. She knew her head was all unkilter. She knew she wasn't true inside. She knew.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“To be so lovely and so lost. To be all answerful with all that knowing trapped inside. To be beautiful and broken.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“It was shivery and scant. Scared. Skint. But just around the edges it was still scintillant.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“Deep in the Underthing, stones warm beneth her feet, Auri heard a faint, sweet strain of music.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“Oh no. He was emberant. Incarnadine. He was bright with better bright beneath, like copper-gilded gold.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“She was weary and disappointed with all of everything.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“Auri's heart beat faster then. It had been ages since she'd come on somewhere wholly new. A place that dared to be entirely itself.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“She laughed so sweet and loud and long it sounded like a bell, a harp, a song.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“Some days simply lay on you like stones. Some were fickle as cats, sliding away when you needed comfort, then coming back later when you didn’t want them, jostling at you, stealing your breath.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“But no. It didn't suit him. She should have known. He was not a one for fastening. For holding closed. Neither was he dark. Oh no. He was emberant. Incarnadine. He was bright with better bright beneath, like copper-gilded gold.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“You did not want things for yourself. That made you small.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“She felt ... less. She felt tamped down. Dim. More faint. Feint. Feigned. Fain.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“Soon. She knew. Soon he would come visiting. Incarnadine and sweet and sad and broken. Just like her.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“Some things simply were too true to stay. Some merely came to visit for a while.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“Cruelty never helped the turning of the world.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“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.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“Laying in the dark, she wondered what the day would bring. Some days were trumpet-proud. They heralded like thunder. Some were courteous, careful as a lettered card upon a silver plate.

But some days were shy. They did not name themselves. They waited for a careful girl to find them.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“There was a door, but it was terribly bashful, so Auri politely pretended not to see it.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“Auri stood, and in the circle of her golden hair she grinned and brought the weight of her desire down full upon the world.
And all things shook. And all things knew her will. And all things bent to please her.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“She'd strayed from the true way of things. First you set yourself to rights. And then your house. And then your corner of the sky. And after that... Well, then she didn't rightly know what happened next. But she hoped that after that the world would start to run itself a bit, like a gear-watch proper fit and kissed wit oil. That was what she hoped would happen.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“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.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things