A man can only lead when others accept him as their leader, and he has only as much authority as his subjects give to him.
I’m not crazy, I’m compratmentalized.
The Talents aren’t alive – no more than your conscience is alive, or your anger is alive. You may feel like these things have a life to them, but that’s dangerous – it makes them external, Al. Like you don’t have responsibility for them. Your Talent is a piece of you.
We exist to be killed,” Kaladin said. He blinked, glancing at the other few members of Bridge Four sitting apathetically in the rain. “If we’re not dead already.
You must understand that he knew the risks of living in an undeveloped civilization. Creatures of lesser intelligence cannot be held responsible for their acts of barbarity. You have not yet learned a better way.
There’s always another perspective, if you look hard enough.
Speak dumb person, please.
My father used to say that there are two kinds of people in the world,” Kaladin whispered, voice raspy. “He said there are those who take lives. And there are those who save lives.
The heroes from the legends weren’t necessarily the polite types. Killing people and fancy talking didn’t always go together, old Jarel had once told him.
I’ve seen rocks that fly almost as well as you do – I could drop one in your seat, paint the head blue, and at least I’d stop getting lip!
Prince Raoden of Arelon awoke early that morning, completely unaware that he had been damned for all eternity.
Unfortunately, Alanik, the game takes no care for your interest. It plays you either way.
Honestly, I don’t know that the universe yould really handle everyone being infinite Batmans. Perhaps the point of God was to prevent nonsense like that.
But still, my ‘freedom’ is that of a leaf. Dropped from the tree, I just blow on the wind and pretend I’m in charge of my destiny.
Why, Elend! That’s almost romantic – in a twisted ‘I’m going to make my wife want to kill me’ sort of way.
It’s funny, Vasher thought, How many things begin with my getting thrown into prison.
We are not creatures of destinations. It is the journey that shapes us.
It had been like discovering that Santa Claus was secretly a Nazi.
And which would you rather live in? The fake prison where you think you are free, or the real prison where you spend each day in drudgery?
Some important decisions were made on a battlefield or in a conference room. But others happened quietly, unseen by others. That didn’t make the decision any less important to Sazed. He would believe. Not because something had been proven to him beyond his ability to deny. But because he chose to.