Name Of The Wind Quotes by Patrick Rothfuss and many others.
Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain.
You lack the requisite spine and testicular fortitude to study under me.
Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.
You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.
Dawn was coming. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.
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.
The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.
The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
It’s the questions we can’t answer that teach us the most. They teach us how to think. If you give a man an answer, all he gains is a little fact. But give him a question and he’ll look for his own answers.
Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.
There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.
But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. This is rare and pure and perfect.
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.
Words have to find a man’s mind before they can touch his heart, and some men’s minds are woefully small targets.
There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.
You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way.
I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned