Wind and Truth (The Stormlight Archive, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

“Promise.” He sighed. “I can’t promise what the future will be.” “Reality warps around you, Kaladin. It always has. Promise me. If there’s a promise, then we can make it happen.” He met her eyes, then nodded. “Drinks. Jokes. Laughter. At the end. I promise.”

“What about winter makes one cough?” Dalinar asked. “Oh, right,” Wit said. “Roshar. No common cold. You have no idea how wonderful life is here, do you?” “Are there places worse than the one being threatened with utter domination by a dark, destructive god?” “You’d be surprised,” Wit said. “A few have political fundraisers.”

It was unfair that convincing someone depended not on the strength of ideas, but the strength of the arguer.

“Listen. Remember. The question is not whether you will love, hurt, dream, and die. It is what you will love, why you will hurt, when you will dream, and how you will die. This is your choice. You cannot pick the destination, only the path.”

How much sorrow had been perpetuated here, to protect people and worlds Dalinar had never seen?

Wars were won not by hotheads with swords, but by cool minds who could position those hotheads.

He looked to Adolin. “You’re with me?” “To the end, Your Majesty,” Adolin said.