The Hero of Ages (Mistborn, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

“I thought that once, but now, after seeing black all day, every day … Well, I think a little variety would be nice. Fields of green … little specks of color … what did Kelsier call those?” “Flowers,” Sazed said. The Larsta had written poems about them. “Yes,” Breeze said. “It will be nice when those return.”

Why bother to get married if you expected the world to end before the year was out?

Ruin and Preservation inhabited power and energy in the same way a person inhabits flesh and blood.