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Some sights were sickening even for a surgeon. Even for a soldier, he corrected. You’re no surgeon.
Do not dismiss your own talents because you envy those of another.”
“Any information—even if you suspect your enemy is feeding it to you—is useful, son. More wars are lost to lack of information than are lost to lack of courage.”
“I refuse to accept that we’ve lost,” Dalinar said. “That’s the problem with your worldview, Taravangian. You gave up before the battle started. You think you’re smart enough to know the future, but I repeat: Nobody knows for certain what will happen.”
“I like cards,” he said. The three stared at him in horror. “Cards,” Rlain said to Longing. “I’m best at towers, but I like runaround too. I’m pretty good, you know. Bisig says it’s because I’m good at bluffing. I find it fun. I like it.” The three women exchanged looks, obviously confused. “I thought you should know something about me,” Rlain said. “I figured maybe if you did, you would stop making things up.”
“It’s not such a terrible thing, to be too weak. Makes us need one another.
I said I’m not good enough. You think I have impossible goals, and I’m intentionally ignoring the things I’ve accomplished.”
“You told me it would get worse.” “It will,” Wit said, “but then it will get better. Then it will get worse again. Then better. This is life, and I will not lie by saying every day will be sunshine. But there will be sunshine again, and that is a very different thing to say. That is truth.
Midius once told me … told me we could use Investiture … to enhance our minds, our memories, so we wouldn’t forget so much.
Makes me think Sazed
He couldn’t think fast like others. But that made him different, not stupid. Stupid was a choice.
“I’m sorry,” Dabbid said softly. “I just … didn’t want you to know I’m … different.” “We’re all different,” Rlain said, folding his arms. Storms, he was so frightening in carapace armor. “I’m more different,” Dabbid said. “I … I was born different.” “You mean born … you know … an idiot?” Rlain said. Dabbid winced. He hated that word, though Rlain didn’t use it hatefully. It was just a word to him. “Touched,” Lift said. “I’ve known lotsa kids like him on the street. They don’t think the same way as everyone else. It happens.”
Once, Kaladin had pulled Dabbid out of Damnation itself. It felt good to return that act of heroism with a small one of his own.
Aww myheart. My soul.
True freedom couldn’t exist while someone else had power over you.
“There are no promises in life. Nothing is sure.
“Honor is not dead so long as he lives in the hearts of men!”
Anything you could measure was useful to science.
Teft felt like a wet sack of socks that had been left out in a storm. The honest-by-Kelek’s-own-breath truth was that he’d figured he’d done it again. When he’d woken up naked and sickly, he’d assumed he’d gone back to the moss. In that moment, he’d hated himself.
So sad im crying
Our weakness doesn’t make us weak. Our weakness makes us strong. For we had to carry it all these years.”
“Of course I am,” Veil said. “I’m your veil, Shallan.”
Oh my gosh :(
“Everyone assumed you were victims. We didn’t accept that you were partners with the Radiants.” “We chose,” she hissed. Then, belting it loud as an anthem, “WE CHOSE.”
Im crying
Emotion was never stronger than when someone died.
“I am death itself, Defeated One,” Kaladin said. “And I’ve finally caught up to you.”
You can kill me, but you can’t have what I have. You can never have it. Because I die knowing I’m loved.”
Tien turned to him, then smiled. “They would have been alone. They needed someone to help them feel brave.” “They were slaughtered,” Kaladin said. “So were you.” “So it was good someone was there, to help them not feel so alone as it happened.”
“It’s all right,” he whispered. “I’m here. To help you feel brave.” “I’m not the child you see,” Kaladin whispered. “I know who you are, Kal.”
“Journey before destination, you bastard.”
“Cutting it a little tight, don’t you think, son?” “A surgeon must be timely and precise.” “This is timely?” Lirin said. “Well, you do hate it when people waste time,” Kaladin said, grinning.
“Careful, son,” Lirin said. “I’m not a Radiant. We mortals break.” “Radiants break too,” Kaladin whispered. “But then, fortunately, we fill the cracks with something stronger.
War was a masculine art, but when you started attacking women, you’d stopped engaging in war. You deserved anything that happened to you after that point.
“I do wish…” Raboniel said, “I could hear … rhythms … again.…” “Then sing with me,” Navani said, and began to sing Honor’s tone. The Fused smiled, then managed a weak hum to Odium’s tone.
Honored. That felt good. To be chosen because of what he’d done.
“We won’t stop missing him, will we?” she asked softly. “No. But that’s all right. So long as we cling to the moments we had.”
If you aren’t going to say much, then you might as well make what you do say mean something.
No one here recognized the variety of spren, but Wit called it a seon.
Ahhhhh
“You’ve grown, soldier. Few men have the wisdom to realize when they need help. Fewer still have the strength to go get it. Well done. Very well done.”
He held up a miniature wooden horse, carved in exacting detail.
