The Hero of Ages (Mistborn, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

Elend smiled. “The first of those armies I promised you.”

I'm disappointed he didn't speak the classic "that's my wife", but comparing this tiny woman to an entire army is also pretty romantic.

They simply … didn’t seem to matter anymore. At times nothing did.

Good ol existentialism.

Somehow we’ll find it. The balance between who we wish to be and who we need to be.

Right in the feels.

Street slang for “I’ve been abandoned.”

I'm not crying its just really hot in here.

Lately, I feel like my life is a book written in a language I can’t read.

Relatable

I figured you’d someday wander into a library and disappear completely. We’d find you twenty years later covered with dust, picking through some philosophy text for the seven hundredth time.

What a way to live tho.

It’s … true, Vin thought. I can be both. Why did it take me so long to figure it out?

This one hit me hard.