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.
Patrick RothfussStichwörter: fear fantasy wind wise name patrick-rothfuss kvothe man-s
I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned
Patrick RothfussStichwörter: kvothe
Vashet: “I will admit, I’ve never had a studen offer himself up for a vicious beating in order to prove he’s worth my time.”
Kvothe: “That was nothing. Once I jumped off a roof.
Sólo los sacerdotes y los locos no tienen miedo a nada, y yo nunca me he llevado muy bien con Dios
Patrick RothfussStichwörter: patrick-rothfuss kvothe el-nombre-del-viento
Sought we the Scrivani word-work of Surthur
Long-lost in ledger all hope forgotten.
Yet fast-found for friendship fair the book-bringer
Hot comes the huntress Fela, flushed with finding
Breathless her breast her high blood rising
To ripen the red-cheek rouge-bloom of beauty.
“That sort of thing,” Simmon said absently, his eyes still scanning the pages in front of him.
I saw Fela turn her head to look at Simmon, almost as if she were surprised to see him sitting there.
No, it was almost as if up until that point, he’d just been occupying space around her, like a piece of furniture. But this time when she looked at him, she took all of him in. His sandy hair, the line of his jaw, the span of his shoulders beneath his shirt. This time when she looked, she actually saw him.
Let me say this. It was worth the whole awful, irritating time spent searching the Archives just to watch that moment happen. It was worth blood and the fear of death to see her fall in love with him. Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love, so light she probably didn’t notice it herself. It wasn’t dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost too fast for you to see. But still, you know it’s there, down where you can’t see, kindling.
Stichwörter: love simmon kvothe fela scriv wil
Utilizar palabras para hablar de palabras es como utilizar un lápiz para hacer un dibujo de ese lápiz sobre ese mismo lápiz. Imposible. Desconcertante. Frustrante.
Patrick RothfussStichwörter: palabras kvothe elodin
Las preguntas que no podemos contestar son las que más nos enseñan. Nos enseñan a pensar. Si le das a alguien una respuesta, lo único que obtiene es cierta información. Pero si le das una pregunta,él buscara sus propias respuestas."...
-Así, cuanto más difícil es la pregunta, más difícil la búsqueda. Cuanto más difícil es la búsqueda, más aprendemos...
Stichwörter: kvothe
You,” I said, “are sweet music in a distant room.
Patrick RothfussStichwörter: music denna kvothe distant-room
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.
Patrick RothfussWith his eyes and those hands there won't be a woman safe in all the world when he starts hunting after the ladies.'
'Courting, dear,' my father corrected gently.
'Semantics,' she shrugged.
Stichwörter: humor romance humour courting courtship kvothe the-name-of-the-wind kingkiller-chronicle
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