Author of quotes: Patrick Rothfuss. Page 4

Secrets of the heart - is a different matter. It's a personal, painful secrets, and we most strive to conceal them from the world. They do not swell in the mouth, do not ask out. They dwell in the heart, and the longer they keep them, the harder they press.
... better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart. Any fool is able to spit out poison, these painful treasures we cherish. Every day we choke on them, forcing them deeper. And there they lie, tyajelaya and cosplays. If you give them enough time, they will surely crush the heart that holds.

Most of the mysteries of the essence of the mystery of the mouth. Rumors, gossip and petty scandals, reported in a whisper in his ear. These mysteries yearn to be disclosed. Mystery mouth is like the pebble in the Shoe. At first you hardly notice it. Then it starts to get annoying and at the end is unbearable. Secrets of the mouth become greater the longer they are stored, swell and put pressure from the inside on the lips. They are torn loose.

If your case has a secret compartment and you do not hide anything there, then something is very wrong.

The test is important. Testing is still necessary. But really it's only important what happens in front of the audience. It is known to every actor.

Between them there is a thin, unclear communication. They both feel it. Like static electricity in the air. Like a gentle frost.... Well. What do you do now?. First, our young lovers can try to Express what I feel. Try to play the barely audible song that sounds now in their hearts.... This is the way an honest fool, and it will end badly. Arisen between you and the relationship too fragile to talk about it. This spark is so weak that even the gentle breath of her quench... Even if you're smart and you're well-hung, in this case you are doomed. Because even if your mouth and speak the same language, heart speak different... It's a matter of translation.

Worth to shed blood, to experience the fear of death in order to see how she fell in love with him. At least a little bit. That was the first faint breath of love, so slight that she, perhaps, she is not noticed. Nothing particularly impressive, not at all like a lightning strike with thunder. Rather - as when the flint hits the steel, out through the spark fades so rapidly that it did not notice. And still you know she is still here, she's going to erupt in flames.

Well, Yes. She had her faults, but in matters of the heart - what does it matter? Love is love. Mind there is no place. In many ways, it was the unwise love is the truest. To love "because" able to anyone. It's as easy as to put a coin in his pocket. But to love "in spite of"... to Know by heart all the flaws and love them too... It's a rare love, pure and perfect.

Smart, but, moreover, a frivolous person is one of the most horrible creatures in the world.

Call a pike a pike and a shovel a shovel. But always call a whore a lady. Their life is hard, but politeness it never hurts to

Anyone who thinks boys are innocent and sweet, never been a boy or had forgotten about it. And anyone who thinks that people are not violent and do not cause each other pain, hardly often out of the house.

No matter where you are - people are by and large the same everywhere.

We are all children of habit. Much easier to stay in a familiar track that was paved.

My greatest successes came from decisions I took, when I wasn't thinking and just did what I told heart. Even if he could not give a reasonable explanation...