The Wise Man's Fear (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #2)

by Patrick Rothfuss

So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

“What makes you think I’m not teaching you?” he asked, puzzled. “Aside from the fact that you refuse to learn.”

“There are two things you must remember. First, our names shape us, and we shape our names in turn.”

So I continued my fruitless search. It didn’t matter what the rest of the world believed. I knew the truth, and I’ve never been one to give up easily.

“Translation. All explicit knowledge is translated knowledge, and all translation is imperfect.”

“There exists between them something tenuous and delicate. They can both feel it. Like static in the air. Faint as frost.”

“When someone tells you a piece of their life, they’re giving you a gift, not granting you your due.”