Denna Quotes

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Patrick Rothfuss
“I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

Patrick Rothfuss
“You,” I said, “are sweet music in a distant room.”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

Patrick Rothfuss
“Her eyes were dark. Dark as chocolate, dark as coffee, dark as the polished wood of my father’s lute. They were set in a fair face, oval. Like a teardrop. Her easy smile could stop a man’s heart. Her lips were red. Not the garish painted red so many women believe makes them desirable. Her lips were always red, morning and night. As if minutes before you saw her, she had been eating sweet berries, or drinking heart’s blood. No matter where she stood, she was in the center of the room. Do not misunderstand. She was not loud, or vain. We stare at a fire because it flickers, because it glows. The light is what catches our eyes, but what makes a man lean close to a fire has nothing to do with its bright shape. What draws you to a fire is the warmth you feel when you come near. The same was true of Denna.”
Kvothe in 'The Name of the Wind' written by Patrick Rothfuss

Patrick Rothfuss
“None were good enough for her, so I held them in contempt and hated them. They in turn hated and feared me.

But we were pleasant to each other. Always pleasant. It was a game of sorts. He would invite me to sit, and I would buy him a drink. The three of us would talk, and his eyes would slowly grow dark as he watched her smile toward me. His mouth would narrow as he listened to the laughter that leapt from her as I joked, spun stories, sang. . . .

They would always react the same way, trying to prove ownership of her in small ways. Holding her hand, a kiss, a too-casual touch along her shoulder.

They clung to her with desperate determination. Some of them merely resented my presence, saw me as a rival. But others had a frightened knowledge buried deep behind their eyes from the beginning. They knew she was leaving, and they didn't know why. So they clutched at her like shipwrecked sailors, clinging to the rocks despite the fact that they are being battered to death against them. I almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

So they hated me, and it shone in their eyes when Denna wasn't looking. I would offer to buy another round of drinks, but he would insist, and I would graciously accept, and thank him, and smile.

I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

Patrick Rothfuss
“It's easy to forget when you're around." She stopped walking for a moment and I had to stop too, as she'd linked her arm in mine. "That's not right. I mean to say that when you're around, it's easy to forget."
"Forget what?"
"Everything," she said, and for a moment her voice wasn't quite as playful. "All the bad parts in my life. Who I am. It's nice to be able to take a vacation from myself every once in a while. You help with that. You're my safe harbor in an endless, stormy sea.”
Patrick Rothfuss

Patrick Rothfuss
“She has enough men fawning over her," I said. "They come and go like . . ." I strained to think of an analogy and failed. "I’d rather be her friend."

"You would rather be close to her heart," Wilem said without any particular inflection. "You would rather be joyfully held in the circle of her arms. But you fear she will reject you. You fear she would laugh and you would look the fool." Wilem shrugged easily. "You are hardly the first to feel this way. There is no shame in it."

That struck uncomfortably close to the mark, and for a long moment I couldn’t think of anything to say in reply. "I hope," I admitted quietly. "But I don’t want to assume. I’ve seen what happens to the men that assume too much and cling to her.”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

Patrick Rothfuss
“You’re my safe harbor in an endless stormy sea. You’re my shady willow on a sunny day. You’re sweet music in a distant room. You’re unexpected cake on a rainy day. You’re my bright penny on the roadside, you are worth more than the moon on the long night walk. You are sweet wine in my mouth, a song in my throat and laughter in my heart.”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

Patrick Rothfuss
“Go out in the early days of winter, after the first cold snap of the season. Find a pool of water with a sheet of ice across the top, still fresh and new and clear as glass. Near the shore the ice will hold you. Slide out farther. Farther. Eventually you'll find the place where the surface just barely bears your weight. There you will feel what I felt. The ice splinters under your feet. Look down and you can see the white cracks darting through the ice like mad, elaborate spiderwebs. It is perfectly silent, but you can feel the sudden sharp vibrations through the bottoms of your feet.
That is what happened when Denna smiled at me.I don't mean to imply imply I felt as if I stood on brittle ice about to give way beneath me. No. I felt like the ice itself, suddenly shattered, with cracks spiraling out from where she had touched my chest. The only reason I held together was because my thousand pieces were all leaning together. If i moved, i feared I would fall apart.”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

Patrick Rothfuss
“Denna peered out of the hedge toward the path, and I looked at her. Her hair fell like a curtain down the side of her head, and the tip of her ear was peeking through it. It was, at that moment, the most lovely thing I had ever seen.”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

Patrick Rothfuss
“«Siempre he preferido las noches sin luna. A oscuras es más fácil hablar. Es más fácil ser uno mismo»
—Denna.”
Patrick Rothfuss, El temor de un hombre sabio

Patrick Rothfuss
“Benim yüzümden susayım deme Kvothe, yoksa sesini özlerim.”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
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Patrick Rothfuss
“- Sí, es como la vida misma- replicó ella-. Nos gustan las cosas dulces, pero necesitamos las amargas.”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

Patrick Rothfuss
“You wouldn't think a girl in bandages with a blackened eye could be beautiful, but Denna was. Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

Patrick Rothfuss
“«—Denna es una criatura salvaje—expliqué—. Como una cierva o una tormenta de verano. Si una tormenta derribara tu casa, o derribara un árbol, no dirías que la tormenta era mala. Era cruel. Actuó conforme a su naturaleza y, desgraciadamente, produjo daños. Con Denna pasa lo mismo.»”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
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Patrick Rothfuss
“—No piensas en mí como yo en ti. No me importa. Pero si también tienes frío, podrías acercarte y rodearme con los brazos. Solo un poco.
Con un nudo en la garganta, me acerqué, me senté a su lado y la abracé.
—Qué bien —dijo ella, más relajada—. Es como si hasta ahora siempre hubiera tenido frío.”
El Nombre Del Viento.”
Patrick Rothfuss

Patrick Rothfuss
“I'll see you where the roads meet.”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle) by Rothfuss, Patrick (2008) Paperback