Top 500 Patrick Rothfuss Quotes (2024 Update)
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401. “After a moment he reached out and brushed the unruly red hair back from his face, like a mother would with a sleeping child. Then he began to sing softly, the tune lilting and strange, almost a lullaby:.”

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402. “I hate nothing so much as doing a thing badly.”

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403. “My fingers darted, then danced, then flew. I played hard as a hailstorm, like a hammer beating brass. I played soft as sun on autumn wheat, gentle as a single stirring leaf.”

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404. “After a certain point is reached the numbers cease to matter, and all that remains is the faceless mass of a crowd.”

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405. “He barely even owned his own name, and even that had been worn thin and threadbare through the years.”

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406. “I didn’t really have any idea how I would find her. Some foolish, romantic part of me thought I would know her when I saw her. If she were half as radiant as her voice, she would shine like a candle in a dark room. But as I thought these things, the wiser part of me was whispering in my other ear. Do not hope, it said. Do not dare hold hope that any woman could burn as brightly as the voice that sang the part of Aloine.”

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407. “I imagine I could do anything,” I said easily. “If you would ask it of me.”

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408. “Bast looked at him incredulously.“The whole world is burning down,“he said.“Open your eyes.”

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409. “Vashet shook a finger and cuffed the young girl on the side of her head. It was the same scolding any child receives. Stay out of the neighbor’s garden. Don’t tease the Bentons’ sheep. Don’t play tag among the thousand spinning knives of your people’s sacred tree.”

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410. “Nothing was nothing else. Nothing was anything it shouldn’t be.”

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411. “A pinned butterfly holds no delight. A pinned butterfly is nothing like a butterfly at all.”

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412. “You’d be surprised at the sorts of things hidden away in children’s songs.”

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413. “The Flame” is obvious if you’ve ever seen me. I have red hair, bright. If I had been born a couple hundred years ago I would probably have been burned as a demon. I keep it short but it’s unruly. When left to its own devices, it sticks up and makes me look as if I have been set afire.”

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414. “To really fear something you have to dwell on it.”

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415. “The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she’d snap and crack the world in two.”

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416. “Sentirse solo era terrible.”

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417. “What I personally knew about courting women could comfortably fit into a thimble without taking it off your finger first.”

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418. “Cruelty never helped the turning of the world.”

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419. “Etiquette is a set of rules people use so they can be rude to each other in public.”

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420. “I closed my mouth and looked across the water. Inches away, Denna did the same. I could feel the heat of her. She smelled like road dust, and honey, and the smell the air holds seconds before a heavy summer rain.”

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421. “Do you know what it’s like to run spellcheck for six hours? It’s like a party in purgatory. A party in purgatory where all they have to drink is sugar-free Kool-aid, and the only game to play is Monopoly, and none of your friends show up.”

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422. “You can have an interesting story about a person living an interesting life. And if it’s done well, that is just as engaging as the end of the world. A million people dying – we can’t process. One person, we can process.”

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423. “It might not be true, but that doesn’t mean it’s nonsense.”

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424. “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.”

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425. “He suggested several unpleasant, unsanitary things I could do to myself at my earliest convenience.”

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426. “You need to realize that most writing rules aren’t laws, they’re rules of thumb.”

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427. “The night is perfect in a wild way, almost terrifyingly beautiful.”

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428. “In closing, she advised me to drink more water, get some sleep, and suggested that in the future I refrain from strenuous physical activity in a hot room the day after falling off a roof.”

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429. “She pulled the cork and sniffed it. “What’s in it?” “Sunlight,” I said. “And a smile, and a question.”

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430. “A troublesome question? Those tend to be the only whorthwhile kind.”

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431. “I think the best part of being an author is that I get to learn about anything I want and explain it away as research.”

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432. “When necessity demands it, I’m an excellent liar. Not the noblest of skills, but useful. It ties closely to acting and storytelling, and I learned all three from my father, who was a master craftsman.”

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433. “Quite impressive, to unbind what I have wrought with nothing more than blood.”

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434. “Her name was like an echo of an ache in her.”

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435. “Their voices were just murmurs, the distant music that a conversation makes when it’s too dim for words.”

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436. “My fear is, what is the larger effect of my book on the world and on the minds of the people who take the time to consume it? Am I contributing in a positive way to the overall kind of collective consciousness of people in the world? I worry about that.”

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437. “She was not vain enough to work her will against the world. But she could use the things the world had given her.”

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438. “Always think about what you’re singing, honey.”

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439. “A well-spoken sentence in Aturan is a straight line pointing. A well-spoken sentence in Adem is like a spiderweb, each strand with a meaning of its own, a piece of something greater, more complex.”

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440. “She didn’t fall, but oh, her heart went icy in her chest. She sat down hard upon the steps. Too numb to walk. Her heart was cold and white as chalk.”

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441. “She laughed so sweet and loud and long it sounded like a bell, a harp, a song.”

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442. “You know what’s strange?” I said to him through the door. “I tried to think of something funny I could do while you were gone, but I couldn’t.” I looked around at the room. “I think that means humor is rooted in social transgression. I can’t transgress because I can’t figure out what would be socially unacceptable. Everything seems the same to me.”

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443. “She listened, then opened up the door and looked again. Nothing. But simply seeing did not help. She knew that seeming wasn’t hardly half of things.”

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444. “If you have never been desperately poor, I doubt you can understand the relief I felt. For months I’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop, knowing that any small catastrophe could ruin me. But now I no longer had to live every day worrying about my next term’s tuition or the interest on Devi’s loan. I was no longer in danger of being forced out of the University.”

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

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446. “There are some silences that even words cannot drive away.”

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447. “Nobody cooks using just one ingredient. Why would you write using just one flavor of story?”

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448. “She shelled the nuts and toasted them, jiggling them about in the pan. She sprinkled them with salt and ate them each by each. Some were bitter. Some were sweet. Some were hardly anything. That was just the way of things.”

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449. “That is also an idiom.” Wilem grumbled. “Your language is thick with nonsense. I wonder how any of you understand each other. How is everything going? Going where?” He shook his head.”

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450. “The key needed urgent tending. It was for certain the most restless of the lot. This wasn’t even a slim sliver of surprise. Keys were hardly known for their complacency, and this one was near howling for a lock. Auri picked it up and turned it in her hands. A door key. It wasn’t shy about the fact at all.”

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