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Women are difficult enough to understand, he thought, and I had to go and pick the oddest one of the lot.
“That’s a new … perfume you’re wearing.” Vin snorted, putting her head against his chest. “It’s not perfume, Elend. It’s dog.” “Ah, good,” Elend said. “I was worried that you’d departed from your senses.
sometimes it’s bloody difficult to tell when you’re teasing, and when you’re merely being dense.” “That makes me more mysterious, right?” “Something like that,”
“Good men don’t become legends,” he said quietly. “Good men don’t need to become legends.” She opened her eyes, looking up at him. “They simply do what’s right anyway.”
What do you think makes a man a good king, Tindwyl of Terris?” “Trust,” Tindwyl said, looking him in the eyes. “A good king is one who is trusted by his people—and one who deserves that trust.”
People were too complex to reduce to simple personality traits.
“So, you do love her?” “Of course,” Elend said. “I don’t understand her, but yes. I love her.”
even good men had failed relationships,
“But is that love? Is it love to assume for Elend that he has no place with you? Or is it love to let him make his own decision in the matter?” “And if I’m wrong for him?” Vin asked. “You must love him enough to trust his wishes. It isn’t love unless you learn to respect his choices—to support not only what you believe is best for him, but what he truly wants. No matter how poor you think his decisions, you must respect his desire to make them. Even if one of them includes loving you.”
Those who take lightly promises they make to those they love are people who find little lasting satisfaction in life.
“If that is what she truly believes, then I support her.” “You support her madness?” Tindwyl demanded. “Do not speak of my wife in that manner,” Elend said, his commanding tone causing Tindwyl to flinch. He swung up into his saddle. “I trust her, Tindwyl. Part of trust is belief.”
The first time he’d seen this chamber, he had been escorting Vin to her first ball, where she’d met Elend. Sazed had chastised her for carelessly attracting the attention of so powerful a man. And now he himself had performed their marriage.
“Other men are strong like bricks—firm, unyielding, but if you pound on them long enough, they crack. You … you’re strong like the wind. Always there, so willing to bend, but never apologetic for the times when you must be firm.
Why did anything that these men talked about matter? Why did anything matter,
