Wind and Truth (The Stormlight Archive, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

You can be a good person and say no,

Wit would do what he thought was best for a person, not what they wanted.

Once in a while, it was nice to have someone take care of you. She didn’t blame others for getting confused about what she wanted; she regularly confused herself.

Those who offer blanket condemnation are fools, for each situation deserves its own consideration, and rarely can you simply apply a saying—even one of mine—to a situation without serious weighing of the context.

May you have the courage someday to walk away. And the wisdom to recognize that day when it arrives.

This was humankind at its best, standing against the tides of darkness with ink and pen. He

there were different challenges for different people. Being self-aware was part of the solution.

Being held wasn’t solely for little children. It was for all children.

Yet ideas hounded her, as they always did. Phantom lights in the night to distract. Had she truly made headway for other women, or had she merely become an exception that was suffered? What did it say that, in order to present herself as strong, she put on armor and engaged in traditionally masculine activities? Certainly it made a statement. But did it do harm as well, reinforcing that only one kind of strength was valid?

realize this is, in a way, ridiculous. I, who proclaim a god to be dead, am also the one who rejects the idea that no God exists. And yet my very being—soul, mind, body—rebels at the idea that nothing out there cares. It must.

She smiled at Nale. Sweetly, because a little sweetness enhanced basically any situation. Especially the ones where it made someone annoyed.

Ruining that man’s day was basically the best thing ever.

Never were they closer than in these moments when Kaladin—bless him—just trusted her.

A strong current made for stronger fish.

Just because your life gave you the luxury of simplicity doesn’t mean the world was magically less complex,”

Peace was something for other people. For Szeth, there had always been—and would always be—voices in the darkness.

Gavilar started talking again, but Navani ignored him. He was unworthy of her attention, and always had been.