Wind and Truth (The Stormlight Archive, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

He was coming to understand how lucky the Azish were. Out of the hundreds of boys who could have been plucked from the street, how had they—or really, Lift—found the one who would actually make a great leader? Unless … how many people who lived in the gutters would have excelled if put in this seat?

but what you feel is what I feel. I realize that on one hand, that is no consolation. Your pain, your sorrow—your darkness—doesn’t transform because another experienced it. Still, it seems to help, doesn’t it? Knowing you aren’t alone.”

Being strong didn’t mean that you didn’t need anyone. Those around you were the source of your strength. “Thank you,” Renarin whispered to his father. “For being proud of me. For showing me the heights we can reach, regardless of the depths we once knew.”