Words of Radiance (The Stormlight Archive, #2)

by Brandon Sanderson

Do not let your assumptions about a culture block your ability to perceive the individual, or you will fail.”

Profound.

“That’s something very few people are willing to do. They stumble along, hoping, dreaming, pretending. That doesn’t change a single storming thing in life. You have to stare the world in the eyes, in all its grimy brutality. You have to acknowledge its depravities. Live with them. It’s the only way to accomplish anything meaningful.”

Messed up.

To age truly was to suffer the ultimate treason, that of one’s body against oneself.

Profound.

Passionate, with an intense, smoldering resolve. A leashed anger that he used, because he had dominated it. And a certain tempting arrogance. Not the haughty pride of a highlord. Instead, the secure, stable sense of determination that whispered that no matter who you were—or what you did—you could not hurt him. Could not change him. He was. Like the wind and rocks were.

Kaladin description.

We will see miracles before this day is out, men! We merely have to be strong enough to deserve them.”

Inspiring.

“No advice?” Kaladin asked. “Choose the option,” Zahel said, rearranging his pillow, “that makes it easiest for you to sleep at night.” The old ardent closed his eyes and settled back. “That’s what I wish I’d done.”

Profound.

“I will protect even those I hate,” Kaladin whispered through bloody lips. “So long as it is right.”

Tears.