Patrick Rothfuss Zitate

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„Solange wir Kinder sind, denken wir nur selten an die Zukunft. Diese Unschuld ermöglicht es uns, uns zu vergnügen, wie nur wenige Erwachsene das können. Der Tag, an dem wir beginnen, uns Gedanken über die Zukunft zu machen, ist der Tag, an dem wir unsere Kindheit hinter uns lassen.“

„Tuan volgen oketh ama ~ Lass dich davon nicht verrückt machen. Wörterlich aber bedeutet es: Steck dir deswegen keinen Löffel ins Auge.“

„Der Tag, an dem wir beginnen, uns Gedanken über die Zukunft zu machen, ist der Tag, an dem wir unsere Kindheit hinter und lassen.“

„Jeder erzählt in seinem eigenen Kopf eine Geschichte über sich. Ununterbrochen. Die ganze Zeit. Und diese Geschichte macht einen zu dem, der man ist. Wir gründen unser ganzes Leben auf diese Geschichte.“

„Es erwies sich als schwierig, Elodin zu finden. Er hatte zwar ein Büro in den Hollows, nutzte es aber offenbar nicht. Aus dem Vorlesungsverzeichnis erfuhr ich, dass er nur ein einziges Seminar gab: Unwahrscheinlichkeitsrechnung. Diese Information war jedoch nicht sonderlich hilfreich, denn laut Verzeichnis fand das Seminar "jetzt" statt, und als Ort war "überall" angegeben.“

„Der Geist mancher Menschen ist eine elend kleine Zielscheibe.“

„Worte sind die blassen Schatten vergessener Namen. Und wie Namen Macht innewohnt, wohnt auch Worten Macht inne. Mit Worten kann man im Geist der Menschen Feuer entfachen. Mit Worten kann man selbst dem hartherzigsten Menschen Tränen entlocken. Es gibt sieben Worte, die einen Menschen dazu bringen, dich zu lieben. Und es gibt zehn Worte, mit denen man den Willen selbst des stärksten Mannes brechen kann. Aber ein Wort ist weiter nichts als die bildliche Darstellung eines Feuers. Ein Name ist das Feuer selbst.“

„Mit Worten über Worte sprechen zu wollen, das ist, als würde man versuchen, mit einem Bleistift eben diesen Bleistift zu zeichnen, und zwar auf dem Bleistift sebst. Unmöglich. Verwirrend. Frustrierend.“

„so höre denn, was zu hören lohnt: es fürchte der weise die nacht ohne mond.“

„Verstehst du, Frauen sind wie Feuer, wie Flammen. Manche Frauen sind wie Kerzen, hell und freundlich. Andere sind wie einzelne Funken oder wie ein Glühwürmchen, dem man an einem Sommerabend nachjagt. Manche sind wie ein Lagerfeuer - Licht und Wärme für eine Nacht, und es stört sie nicht, wenn man sie am nächsten Tag zurücklässt. Manche Frauen gleichen auch einem Herdfeuer - sie sehen nach nichts aus, brennen aber tagaus tagein. Dianne aber… Dianne ist wie ein Funkenregen, der sich von einer scharfen Eisenkante ergießt, die Gott an einen Schleifstein hält. Ein faszinierender Anblick. Vielleicht berührt man die Funken sogar eine Sekunde lang. Aber man kann sie nicht festhalten. - Sie wird dir das Herz brechen…“

“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.””

““Why do we stop for the greystones?”
“Tradition, my boy,” he said grandly, throwing his arms wide. “And superstition. They are one and the same, anyway.””

“I mean seriously. If the book had a solid pub date, don't you think I'd mention it? Do you think I'd sit here at home, rubbing my hands together and chortling: "Yes! If I withhold this information another week, I'm sure to get another 100 e-mails asking me about the book!"
Yup. That's exactly what I'd do. Because obviously I am some sort of alien life form that lives on snarky fanmail and bitchy blog comments. Since I became stranded on your strange world years ago, they have been my only means of sustenance.”

““I’ll admit, I was disappointed to learn that dragons didn’t exist. That’s a hard lesson for a boy to learn.”
Chronicler smiled. “Honestly, I was a little disappointed myself. I went looking for a legend and found a lizard. A fascinating lizard, but a lizard just the same.””

“Trouble,” he chuckled. “What does a boy like you know about trouble? I was in trouble afore you were born. I been in trouble you don’t even got words for.”

“So you went looking for a myth and found a man.”

“I was heavily influenced by my first attempt at a novel. I started a fantasy novel back in high school, and…. well… it really sucked. It was a plotless, clichéd mess. When I sat down to write this book, I wanted to make something much, much better. I wanted to write something that was pretty much the opposite of that first novel.
Also, I read Cyrano De Bergerac, right before I started writing the book. Cyrano's character reminded me of some important things, namely, what it really means to be a tragic hero. You don't need a lot of the cliché fantasy trappings to have that cool character.
I also read Giacomo Casanova's memoirs soon after starting this project. That opened my eyes to how interesting an autobiography could be, provided the person telling it has a way with words and has lived a sufficiently adventurous life….”

“Nothing makes a man feel older than a young woman.”

“It was one of those perfect autumn days so common in stories and so rare in the real world.”

““Music is a fine thing, but metal lasts.” He struck the table with two huge fingers to emphasize his point….
As I left, I thought about what Kilvin had said. It was the first thing he had said to me that I did not agree with wholeheartedly. Metal rusts, I thought, music lasts forever.
Time will eventually prove one of us right.”

“He picked the rock back up. “Do you believe that it floated?”
“No!” I sulked, rubbing my temples.
“Good. It didn’t. Never fool yourself into perceiving things that don’t exist.””