Aaron

“She gestured, and the man behind the counter brought out my lute and set it in the case. It fit snuggly as a glove.

I began to cry.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear, The Wise Man's Fear

“The smoke was stinging his eyes. Tyrion cleared his throat and turned away from the fire, to gaze out into darkness. "Lord Tywin had me go last," he said in a quiet voice.”
― George R.R. Martin

“I hope they spent those last few hours well. I hope they didn’t waste them on mindless tasks: kindling the evening fire and cutting vegetables for dinner. I hope they sang together, as they so often did. I hope they retired to our wagon and spent time in each other’s arms. I hope they lay near each other afterward and spoke softly of small things. I hope they were together, busy with loving each other, until the end came. It is a small hope, and pointless really. They are just as dead either way. Still, I hope.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“As he continued to load the barrow, he moved slower and slower, like a machine winding down. Eventually he stopped completely and stood for a long minute, still as stone. Only then did his composure break. And even with no one there to see, he hid his face in his hands and wept quietly, his body wracked with wave on wave of heavy, silent sobs.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind