“You will love,” the haunting voice continued. “You will hurt. You will dream. And you will die. Each man’s past is your future.” “Then what’s the point?” Dalinar begged. “Why? Must everything I do have no meaning because of the terrible choices I once made?” “Ah, Dalinar,” the voice said. “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.”
