Patrick Rothfuss: Frases en inglés (página 10)

“Love is blind, and a deaf-mute too.”

“We are the Edema Ruh, and the thing we value most every man possesses. You can tell us your story.”

“A tree doesn't make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lightning's going to strike.”

“I don't speak fluent bumpkin…”

“… hear rumors and go digging for the painful truth beneath the lovely lies. You believe you have a right to these things, but you don't. When someone tells you a piece of their life, they're giving you a gift, not granting you your due.”

“I spoke it soft, but close enough to brush against her lips. I spoke it quiet, but near enough so that the sound of it went twining through her hair. I spoke it hard and firm and dark and sweet.”

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

“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.”

“Absence feeds affection.”

“When left to its own devices it tends to make me look as if I’ve been set afire.”

“Why? Because pride is a strange thing, and because generosity deserves generosity in return. But mostly because it felt like the right thing to do, and that is reason enough.”

“Just because I tread heavily on propriety's toes doesn't mean I can't play the game when it's of use to me.”

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

“We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it.”

“But it isn’t a rough draft either. The one I turned in several months ago was rough. There were some bad plot holes, some logical inconsistencies, pacing problems, and not nearly enough lesbian unicorns.”

“Maple. Maypole
Catch and carry.
Ash and Ember.
Elderberry.
Woolen. Woman.
Moon at night.
Willow. Window.
Candlelight.
Fallow farrow.
Ash and oak.
Bide and borrow.
Chimney smoke.
Barrel. Barley.
Stone and stave.
Wind and water.
Misbehave.”

“You can´t prove nonexistence".”

““You don’t seem the superstitious type.”
“I’m not,” Ben said. “I’m careful. There’s a difference.””

“My father had a dark glimmer in his eye as he moved behind her. “Old?” He spoke in a low voice as he began to rub her shoulders again. “Woman, I have a mind to prove you wrong.”
She smiled a wry smile. “Sir, I have a mind to let you.””