The wisest of men know that to render an insult powerless, you often need only to embrace it.
Living’s difficult work for all of us, these days.
Easy to dimiss, perhaps, but difficult to hate.
I don’t know what I am either. A bridgeman? A surgeon? A soldier? A slave? Those are all just labels. Inside, I’m me. A very different me than I was a year ago, but I can’t worry about that, so I just keep moving and hope my feet take me where I need to go.
I think something innate in us understands that seeking the good of society is usually best for the individual as well. Humankind is noble, when we give it the chance to be. That nobility is something that exists independent of any god’s decree.
What they do not realize – and what you must realize – is that manipulating others is something that all people do. In fact, manipulation is at the core of our social interaction.
Everywhere I step, I find only corners,” Father whispered. “Slowly, they trap me.
Perhaps I am an insensitive rich woman. That doesn’t change the fact that you can be downright mean and offensive, Kaladin Stormblessed.
Novels aren’t just happy escapes; they are slivers of people’s souls, nailed to the pages, dripping ink from veins of wood pulp. Reading the right one at the right time can make all the difference.
Mocking a woman is like drinking too much wine. It may be fun for a short time, but the hangover is hell.
The mark of a great man is one who knows when to set aside the important things in order to accomplish the vital ones.
The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.
My dear, did you just try to prove the existence of God through the use of your cleavage?
We follow the codes not because they bring gain, but because we loathe the people we would otherwise become.
Our belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope.
You could be writing the book that changes your life.
Better to be the failure who nobly strived than the success who never really had to.
If you don’t believe what I’m telling you, then ask yourself this: would any decent, kind-hearted individual become a writer? Of course not.
I think given the choice between loving Mare – betrayal included – and never knowing her, I’d chose love. I risked, and I lost, but the risk was still worth it.
Joel, lad, school is about learning to learn. If you don’t practice studying things you don’t like, then you’ll have a very hard time in life.