That’s exactly the problem. Everyone’s convinced that their lives are over just because their hearts stopped beating.
The continued reading led to her second conclusion: The Lord Ruler was far more whiny than any god had a right to be.
Nothing else dangerous we could find. Other than Wayne’s body odor.” “That’s the smell of incredibleness,” Wayne called from inside.
Truth can never be defeated, Sarene. Even if people do forget about it occasionally.
If we stop helping people because we’re afraid, or ambivalent or whatever, then we lose. Let them do evil. I’ll stop them.
Adolin nodded curtly. He was still angry, Dalinar could see, but he chose to follow Dalinar – and part of following a leader was supporting him even when the battle turned against him.
Why did it seem that the more he demonstrated himself to be an idiot, the more convinced people became that he had some kind of hidden depths?
Sometimes doing things we used to do reminds us of who we used to be, and not always in good ways.
And cleanliness is next to deadliness.
People are valuable, Mistress Vin, and so – therefore – are their beliefs.
Conversations with some people remind me of a broken sword. Sharp as hell, but lacking a point.
We are not creatures of destinations. It is the journey that shapes us. Our callused feet, our backs strong from carrying the weight of our travels, our eyes open with the fresh delight of experiences lived.
Coincidence”, he finally said. “Statisticans looking for connections can always find odd coincidences and statistical anomalies, if they try hard enough.
If there was one thing in particular that he had learned by growing up in his father’s house it was this: how to annoy people.
By now it is probably very late at night, and you have stayed up to read this book when you should have gone to sleep. If this is the case, then I commend you for falling into my trap. It is a writer’s greatest pleasure to hear that someone was kept up until the unholy hours of the morning reading one of his books. It.
How easy it was to ignore a blackened heart if you dressed it in a pressed uniform and a reputation for honesty.
Names didn’t mean a whole lot in the Forests. Or maybe they meant everything. The right ones, that was.
Cody had said it was magic, and had told me not to ask any questions lest I “anger the wee daemons inside who make the gloves work and our coffee taste good.
What good is seeking a greater law, when that law can be the whims of a man either stupid or ruthless?
I will sing to you. As your ship burns and your soul flees, I will sing. To the contest we had.