The Slow Regard of Silent Things (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #2.5)

by Patrick Rothfuss

It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to be itself, and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true.

To be so lovely and so lost. To be all answerful with all that knowing trapped inside. To be beautiful and broken.

every piece of the laughing was a tiny bird come tumbling out to fly around the room.

empty as eggshell. Hollow and chest-heavy in the angry dark