so many thoughts, my kvothe. you know too much to be happy.

This is the nature of love." Vashet said. "To attempt to describe it will drive a woman mad. This is what keeps poets scribbling endlessly away. If one could pin it to paper all complete, the others would lay down their pens. But it cannot be done.

He had a bright, reckless tenor that was always wandering off, looking for notes in the wrong places.

I realize that I cannot say enough. So. Since I cannot say enough, at least I will avoid saying to much".

...If there's one thing I'm well versed in it's my own good qualities.

There's no clear water from a muddy well. All you can do is let the silt settle until the water clears otherwise it will taste sour. (paraphrased)