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August 18 - October 22, 2020
‘Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.’ ”
men who could not fight were at a severe disadvantage in this world of war and storms.
Though there was one thing he clung to. An excuse, perhaps, like the dead emperor. It was the soul of the wretch. Apathy. The belief that nothing was his fault, the belief that he couldn’t change anything. If a man was cursed, or if he believed he didn’t have to care, then he didn’t need to hurt when he failed. Those failures couldn’t have been prevented.
‘And so, does the destination matter? Or is it the path we take? I declare that no accomplishment has substance nearly as great as the road used to achieve it. We are not creatures of destinations. It is the journey that shapes us. Our callused feet, our backs strong from carrying the weight of our travels, our eyes open with the fresh delight of experiences lived.
For the substance of our existence is not in the achievement, but in the method.
This is what I would have been, Shallan thought, if I had not been raised in a household of fear. So this is what I will be today. It wasn’t a lie. It was a different truth.
“Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty.
of the Dawnchant. It—” “‘As I fear not a child with a weapon he cannot lift, I will never fear the mind of a man who does not think.’”
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.”
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. Trembling, bleeding, agonized, Dalinar forced air into his lungs and spoke a single ragged sentence. “You cannot have my pain.”
“I will take responsibility for what I have done,” Dalinar whispered. “If I must fall, I will rise each time a better man.”

