The answer, then, wasn’t to stop judging. It was to hold those judgments as mutable.
It might be religion, but it still has to make sense.
He hadn’t changed in one giant leap, but across a million little steps.
I love tradition,” Dalinar said to Kadash. “I’ve fought for tradition. I make my men follow the codes. I uphold Vorin virtues. But merely being tradition does not make something worthy, Kadash. We can’t just assume that because something is old it is right.
The law is made by men, so it is not perfect either.
We are propping up a government that has overreached its bounds in the name of public safety,” FM said. “The people must speak up and rise against the upper class who holds them enslaved!
It is not perfection we seek, for perfection is impossible. It is instead consistency.
Perhaps that was the advantage to persistently messy hair – he managed to make it go with anything.
Kelsier’s men fought with passion – despite their other, numerous hindrances, they still had this one advantage. This is what happens when you finally convince them to fight. This is what hides within them all.
I try to hate everyone. That way, I don’t risk leaving out anyone who is particularly deserving.
There were other proofs to connect Alendi to the Hero of Ages. Smaller things, things that only one trained in the lore of the Anticipation would have noticed. The birthmark on his arm. The way his hair turned gray when he was barely twenty and five years of age. The way he spoke, the way he treated people, the way he ruled. He simply seemed to fit.
That doesn’t matter,” she said. “You came back. No one’s ever come back before.
I don’t need company to be confident.
And now here he was. At the end of it all. Understanding so much more, but somehow feeling no wiser.
You don’t have the luxury of being bad at this. Don’t complain. Change.
So, we came all this way,” Wyndle said, “and tracked the most dangerous man we’ve ever met, merely so you could steal his breakfast.
Yes, he was the one who fueled the rumors after that. I could never have done what he himself did, convincing and persuading the world that he was indeed the Hero. I don’t know if he himself believed it, but he made others think that he must be the one.
Still, she soon began digging into her sundae again. “Chocolate,” she said, “is the greatest invention of all time.
We’ll fight so well, the Krell will raise lamentations to the sky like smoke above a pyre, crying in desperation at our advent!
No person was one single emotion; no person had only one desire. They had many, and usually those desires conflicted with one another like two rosebushes fighting for the same patch of ground.