Takže ano, měla své vady, ale co znamenají drobné kazy, když jde o záležitosti srdce? Milujeme to, co milujeme. Rozum do toho nemá co mluvit. Svým způsobem je právě nerozumná láska ta pravá. Každý dokáže něco milovat, protože… To je snadné stejně jako strčit si minci do kapsy. Ale milovat navzdory…Znát chyby a i k těm chovat lásku. To je vzácné a ryzí a dokonalé.
Patrick RothfussBad business last night. Chances are, that would be all Graham had to say about the death of a man he had known his whole life. These folk knew all about death. They killed their own livestock. They died from fevers, falls, or broken bones gone sour. Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn't talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.
Patrick RothfussMots clés acceptance death
My father referred to it as "the finest song ever written for fifteen fingers." He made me play it when I was getting too full of myself and felt I needed humbling. Suffice to say I practice it with fair regularity, sometimes more than once a day.
Patrick RothfussMots clés arrogance pride humbling arrogance-and-attitude
Old beggars in stories are never really old beggars," Simmon said with a hint of accusation in his voice. "They're always a witch or a prince or an angel or something."
"In real life old beggars are almost always old beggars," I pointed out.
Mots clés beggars
What I personally knew about courting women could comfortably fit into a thimble without taking it off your finger first.
Patrick RothfussMots clés women dating dating-advice courtship
But laugh?" He pressed the flat of his hand against my stomach. "Here lives laugh." He ran his finger straight up to my mouth and spread his fingers. "Push back laugh is not good. Not healthy."
"Also cry?" I asked. I traced an imaginary tear down my cheek with one finger.
"Also cry." He put his hand on his own belly. "Ha ha ha," he said, pressing his hand to show me the motion of his stomach. Then his expression changed to sad. "Huh huh huh," he heaved with exaggerated sobs, pressing his stomach again. "Same place. Not healthy to push down.
Mots clés laughter crying tears suppression
Pride and folly, they go together like two tightly grasping hands.
Patrick RothfussFolk like to pretend they know everything about the world. Rich folk especially. Maps are great for that. [...] You don't have blanks on your map, so the folks who draw them shade in a piece and write, 'The Eld.' You might as well burn a hole right through the map for what good that does.
Patrick RothfussMots clés maps cartography know-it-alls
When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.
Patrick RothfussMots clés unrequited-love
Looters become looted, while time and tide make us mercenaries all.
Patrick RothfussMots clés human-nature theft thieves mercenaries looting looters
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