Name Of The Wind Quotes by Patrick Rothfuss, Terry Brooks and many others.
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.
You are not wise enough to fear me as I should be feared.
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.
You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way.
Congratulations. That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen. Ever.
THE NAME OF THE WIND marks the debut of a writer we would all do well to watch. Patrick Rothfuss has real talent, and his tale of Kvothe is deep and intricate and wondrous.
If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you’re lucky.
I’ll string a fiddle with your guts and make you play it while I dance.
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.
You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.
It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.
Only priests and fools are fearless and I’ve never been on the best of terms with God.
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.
It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.
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.
Words have to find a man’s mind before they can touch his heart, and some men’s minds are woefully small targets.
But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. This is rare and pure and perfect.
