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.

Taravangian is wrong, the Stormfather said. You are not a hypocrite, Son of Honor. “I am,” Dalinar said softly. “But sometimes a hypocrite is nothing more than a person who is in the process of changing.”

“I intend to so thoroughly ruin this place that for ten generations, nobody will dare build here for fear of the spirits who will haunt it. We will make a pyre of this city, and there shall be no weeping for its passing, for none will remain to weep.”

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.

“Do you wish,” Wit asked, “that you could go back to not being able to see?” “No,” she whispered. “Then live. And let your failures be part of you.”

“How? Impossible. Unless . . . you’re Invested. What Heightening are you?” He squinted at Kaladin. “No. Something else. Merciful Domi . . . A Surgebinder? It has begun again?”

‘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.’”

A Blade that bleeds darkness and cannot be defeated. I can give it to you.

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.

“You cannot have my pain.”

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