It’s all right to celebrate. Even if things are terrible in the world, it’s all right.
You’ve been reforged. It can happen to men.
We were supposed to be Defiant.
His brothers, Spin. They’re wingmates, Nightstorm Six and Seven.
We cannot let them convince us this is normal!
Successful leaders all share one common trait – they believe that they can do a better job than the alternatives. Humility is fine when considering your responsibility and duty, but when it comes time to make a decision, you must not question yourself.
We have to be consistent,” she said, leaning in conspiratorially. “Or we’ll break your brains.
You’re supposed to be some kind of wagon with legs,’ Kaladin said to the thing. ‘You’re worth more than a village. Prove it to me. Get going! Forward! Onward!’ The horse licked the rocks.
He’d had a year to think about what to say. And if he failed, he’d have an eternity to think about what he’d done wrong.
It looked like a bird – in the same way that a wolf looked like a lapdog.
I know what sarcasm is.” Then she smiled deviously. “I know what sarcasm is!” Stormfather, Kaladin thought, looking into those gleeful little eyes. That strikes me as ominous.
But we don’t have to be like that,” Hurl continued. “That’s what I realized. A little fear, a little history, those things don’t mean anything. Only what we do means anything.
She didn’t open up to me until I gave her my honest face.” “Your honest face doesn’t have to be that of a killer, Dalinar.” Dalinar and Navani.
At that moment, Kaladin knew he could kill, if he needed to. Some people – like a festering finger or a leg shattered beyond repair – just needed to be removed.
Tradition is the blind witness they use to condemn us, Teft,” Kaladin said. “It’s the pretty box they use to wrap up their lies. It makes us serve them.” Teft.
Look close at a given person, and you’d see their uniqueness – see that they didn’t quite match whatever broad category you’d first put them in.
It was useful to have a reputation, so long as it didn’t crush you.
People got so mad when she lost spheres. They were strange about money. Far too concerned with something that you couldn’t eat – though Lift figured that was probably the point of using spheres instead of something rational, like bags of food. If you actually traded food, everyone would eat up all their money and then where would society be?
Brother?” Gavilar said. Dalinar turned back and regarded Gavilar, who was bathed by the bleeding light of a fire reaching its end. “Words are important,” Gavilar said. “Much more than you give them credit for being.” “Perhaps,” Dalinar said. “But if they were all-powerful, you wouldn’t need my sword, would you?” “Perhaps. I can’t help feeling words would be enough, if only I knew the right ones to say.
That’s the difference between you and them, Elend, he thought. Those philosophers you read – they were revolutionaries. They were willing to risk execution. You can’t even stand up to your father.