Patrick Rothfuss Quotes

I go out there. I'm out there every day. [Pause] There is nothing out there.

No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.

Life is barren enough surely with all her trappings; let us be therefore cautious of how we strip her.

Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles, friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own nothingness.

Keep walking. Hot night right now, right here. All you have is what you are. All you want is much too much. All you get is so much less. All you feel is nothing. All you see is darkness. All you know is senseless and all you can do about it is ride.

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

You see the lighted windows and what you want to think is that there may be many interesting stories behind them, but what you know is that really there are just dull, dull souls, mere consumers of food, who think their instincts are emotions and their tiny lives of more account than a whisper of wind.

Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.

There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.

I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.

It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

She cried for herself, she cried because she was afraid that she herself might die in the night, because she was alone in the world, because her desperate and empty life was not an overture but an ending, and through it all she could see was the rough, brutal shape of a coffin.

In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Two old chairs and half a candle, One old jug without a handle- These were all the worldly goods.

When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

To be lost in spiritlessness is the most terrible thing of all.

Here, though, there is nothing. Nothing at all. The sky seems empty even when I am looking at the moon and stars.

We are lost, lost,' said Gollum. 'No name, no business, no Precious, nothing. Only empty. Only hungry; yes, we are hungry. A few little fishes, nasty bony little fishes, for a poor creature, and they say death. So wise they are; so just, so very just

No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades.

I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.