Patrick Rothfuss

  • fanhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    For he knew the name of the wind, and so the wind obeyed him.
  • fanhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    “How odd to watch a mortal kindle
    Then to dwindle day by day.
    Knowing their bright souls are tinder
    And the wind will have its way.
    Would I could my own fire lend.
    What does your flickering portend?”
  • fanhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    “Nothing but the truth could break me. What is harder than the truth?”
  • fanhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    And, of course, the grand failures are as entertaining as the great successes.
  • fanhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.
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    I imagined death in the form of a great bird with wings of fire and shadow.
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    “But we are all creatures of habit. It is far too easy to stay in the familiar ruts we dig for ourselves.
  • fanhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    “Silanxi, I bind you. By the name of stone, be still as stone. Aeruh, I command the air. Lay leaden on your tongue. Selitos, I name you. May all your powers fail you but your sight.”
  • fanhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    “There’s no good story that doesn’t touch the truth,”
  • fanhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    ‘Small deeds for small men,’
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