Looters become looted, while time and tide make us mercenaries all.

Patrick Rothfuss
Some Similar Quotes
  1. The more one judges, the less one loves. - Unknown

  2. I don't know why people are afraid of lust. Then I can imagine that they are very afraid of me, for I have a great lust for everything. A lust for life, a lust for how the summer-heated street feels beneath my feet, a lust... - C. Joybell C.

  3. In the end, you have to choose whether or not to trust someone. - Sophie Kinsella

  4. It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow-creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we are young, or growing old. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>In any case life... - Virginia Woolf

  5. I believe in equality. Equality for everybody. No matter how stupid they are or how superior I am to them. - Steve Martin

More Quotes By Patrick Rothfuss
  1. My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if it...

  2. 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...

  3. There are so many men, all endlessly attempting to sweep me off my feet. And there is one of you, trying just the opposite. Making sure my feet are firm beneath me, lest I fall.

  4. Denna is a wild thing, " I explained. "Like a hind or a summer storm. If a storm blows down your house, or breaks a tree, you don't say the storm was mean. It was cruel. It acted according to its nature and something unfortunately...

  5. Sought we the Scrivani word-work of SurthurLong-lost in ledger all hope forgotten. Yet fast-found for friendship fair the book-bringer Hot comes the huntress Fela, flushed with finding Breathless her breast her high blood rising To ripen the red-cheek rouge-bloom of beauty.“ That sort of thing,...

Related Topics