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The Slow Regard of Silent Things

This novel delves into the depths of introspection and the power of silence, offering a quiet yet profound exploration of the human experience. more

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Patrick Rothfuss
Patrick Rothfuss

Patrick Rothfuss, born on June 6, 1973, is a renowned American writer known for his works in the fantasy genre. His most famous series is 'The Name of the Wind,' which has gained widespread acclaim for its unique narrative style and profound philosophical insights. more

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“I'm scared and overwhelmed and my mind is racing. But," she paused and looked at him. "You're here. You just gave me hope. You also just scared the blazes out of me. I'm no longer sure that I'm the most difficult person in this relationship." "I remain sure of it," Alain said. "Did you just make a joke?" She pulled away a little and stared at him, smiling more like she usually did. "Are you making fun of me, Mage?" Alain couldn't remember how long it had been since he had laughed. The act was completely alien to Mages, to the training he had endured since he was a small child. But now he laughed, the sound rusty and halting, yet he knew it was a laugh, and it felt so good to be laughing and holding Mari that Alain wondered what Mage art or other promised reward could possibly be worth giving up such things.”

“لماذا نصرّ على معرفة خفايا الآخرين؟ لماذا يقتلنا الفضول لسماع نكباتهم، ثمّ لا نستطيع أن نغيّر شيئاً في واقعهم؟ أنفعل أكثر من أن نستمع بحزن يلوح في أعيننا، ووجه تبدو عليه الكآبة، ثمّ بعد لحظات ترانا نضحك ونقهقه في الرّواق الآخر مع آخرين؟”

“I don’t remember now who took the photo of us, but I’ve had it in my room for years. We’re leaning out of our windows and we’re laughing at each other with joyfulness purer than anything to do with the polite smiling you get used to doing when you get older. The photo has the kind of proper smiles that happen when you’re looking straight into the face of someone who’s been your best friend for a long time.”

“Beloved his harp cries out in the night an hour my body does shift, the jerk loves to open me up while laughter from Christ like he’s drunk. Shall I stare at her the jumping let live? My wants are my needs so within. The take gives.”