Oathbringer (The Stormlight Archive, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

“Inappropriate?” Pattern said. “Such as … dividing by zero?”

The trick to happiness wasn’t in freezing every momentary pleasure and clinging to each one, but in ensuring one’s life would produce many future moments to anticipate.

“But sometimes a hypocrite is nothing more than a person who is in the process of changing.”

She swam through ostentation, but it didn’t stick to her.

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.”

Syl looked at him as if he were crazy. “Because they can fly.” “So can you. Actually, so can I.” “You don’t fly, you fall the wrong way.” She unfolded her arms so that she could fold them immediately again and huff loudly.

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” “I dragged it out back and clubbed it senseless for getting me into the army.

The most important step a man can take. It’s not the first one, is it? It’s the next one. Always the next step, Dalinar.

“I will take responsibility for what I have done,” Dalinar whispered. “If I must fall, I will rise each time a better man.”

He’d once believed he had been four men in his life, but he now saw he’d grossly underestimated. He hadn’t lived as two, or four, or six men—he had lived as thousands, for each day he became someone slightly different. He hadn’t changed in one giant leap, but across a million little steps.

That a thing is hated is not proof that it’s great art, but the lack of hatred is certainly proof that it is not.”