Wind and Truth (The Stormlight Archive, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

“I ask myself that same question now and then,” he said. “And Shallan, I’m ten thousand years old.”

Old bitch lol

An oath could be broken, but a promise? A promise stood as long as you were still trying. A promise understood that sometimes your best wasn’t enough. A promise cried with you when all went to Damnation. A promise came to help when you could barely stand. Because a promise knew that sometimes, being there was all you could offer.