The Hero of Ages (Mistborn, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

Sound was a traitorous thing, echoing against unseen objects, cries coming from phantom sources.

The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be.” He sighed. “But for now,” he said, nodding to the side, “we simply have to be satisfied with who we are.”

I feel like my life is a book written in a language I don’t know how to read.

Vin smiled, and suddenly Elend felt as if the world had been put back together just a bit.

you’ve managed—in our short three years together—to kill not only my god, but my father, my brother, and my fiancée. That’s kind of like a homicidal hat trick.

There is a beauty in death—the beauty of finality, the beauty of completion.

For nothing is truly complete until the day it is finally destroyed.

“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.”

Belief isn’t simply a thing for fair times and bright days, I think. What is belief—what is faith—if you don’t continue in it after failure.

he was the only reason I had left to live.