Oathbringer (The Stormlight Archive, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

Lunamor opened his mouth to object, then thought better of it. Some days, the more honorable thing was to take a gift without complaint.

“Words are important,” Gavilar said. “Much more than you give them credit for being.” “Perhaps,” Dalinar said. “But if they were all-powerful, you wouldn’t need my sword, would you?” “Perhaps. I can’t help feeling words would be enough, if only I knew the right ones to say.”

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.”

“Highly unlikely,” Shallan agreed. “They keep this deck well maintained, so there really aren’t any splinters.” “With my luck, I’d find one anyway.” “I had a splinter once,” Shallan noted. “It eventually got out of hand.” “You … you did not just say that.” “Yes, you obviously imagined it. What a sick, sick mind you have, Kaladin.”

“Sometimes, a hypocrite is nothing more than a man who is in the process of changing.”