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There are no foolish oaths. All are the mark of men and true spren over beasts and subspren. The mark of intelligence, free will, and choice.
“How can you ask that, Dalinar?” “Because it should be asked,” Dalinar said. “You claim the Almighty is God. Why?” “Because he simply is.” “That isn’t good enough for me,” Dalinar said, realizing for the first time it was true. “Not anymore.”
I've only recently realized that I am of a similar opinion. Accepting something is true just because you are told to believe it does not make you believe it yourself.
“Or maybe if there are answers, I should be the one who wants to find them.”
What was that small spren that had crept out from beneath Eshonai’s corpse? It looked like a small ball of white fire; it gave off little rings of light and trailed a streak behind it. Like a comet.
You are a man with complicated beliefs, who does not accept everything you are told. You decide how you are defined. Don’t surrender that to them. They will gleefully take the chance to define you, if you allow it.
When you pressed so many people together, their cultures, ideas, and stenches rubbed off on one another. The result wasn’t civilization. It was contained chaos, pressurized, bottled up so it couldn’t escape.
People seem to forget that too many cultures shoved into a small space does not always interact well with eachother.
Every child eventually realizes that her father isn’t actually God.
Failure is the mark of a life well lived. In turn, the only way to live without failure is to be of no use to anyone. Trust me, I’ve practiced.
“But maybe you shouldn’t be looking for life to be easier because you choose to do something that is right! Personally, I think life is fair. It’s merely that often, you can’t immediately see what balances it.”
“ ‘The question,’ she replied, ‘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.’ ”
“I will take responsibility for what I have done,” Dalinar whispered. “If I must fall, I will rise each time a better man.”
“I am Unity.”
“Who isn’t? Life breaks us, Teft. Then we fill the cracks with something stronger.”
Excellence was an individual quest, not a group effort.
But if we stop, if we accept the person we are when we fall, the journey ends. That failure becomes our destination.

