The Hero of Ages (Mistborn, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

“A man is what he has passion about,” Breeze said. “I’ve found that if you give up what you want most for what you think you should want more, you’ll just end up miserable.”

“Faith,” Spook said, “means that it doesn’t matter what happens. You can trust that somebody is watching. Trust that somebody will make it all right.”

Good men will kill as quickly for what they want as evil men—only the things they want are different.”

How did men believe in something that preached love on one hand, yet taught destruction of unbelievers on the other? How did one rationalize belief with the lack of proof? How could they honestly expect him to have faith in something that taught of miracles and wonders in the far past, but carefully gave excuses for why such things didn’t occur in the present day?

She understood him, as he understood her. It was an understanding that required love.

That faith was about trust. Trusting that somebody was watching. That somebody would make it all right in the end, even though things looked terrible at the moment.

If they fought, they destroyed. If they were used together, they created.

Every religion had clues in it, for the faiths of men contained the hopes, loves, wishes, and lives of the people who had believed them.

However, be assured that I have spoken with our friends, and they are quite happy where they are. They deserve a rest, I think.