Rhythm of War (The Stormlight Archive, #4)

by Brandon Sanderson

“All right, then. You ask why God is relevant when you’re considering teaching men to kill?”

“I’m not confident anyone knows the answers. I figure I’ll let the people who care argue about it, and I’ll keep my head down and focus on my life right now.”

“Your abilities are what made the original Oathpact,” she said. “And they existed—and were named—long before the Knights Radiant were founded. A Bondsmith Connected the Heralds to Braize, made them immortal, and locked our enemies away. A Bondsmith bound other Surges and brought humans to Roshar, fleeing their dying world. A Bondsmith created—or at least discovered—the Nahel bond: the ability of spren and humans to join together into something better. You Connect things, Dalinar. Realms. Ideas. People.”

“Right, then. Kal, don’t let anyone burn the tower down while I’m away.”

I have a bad feeling

“Well,” Adolin said to Godeke, “you can never have too many swords.

Channeling Shad over here

“But you can’t blame yourself for things that haven’t happened yet.

So many people do this

I don’t think I’d ever realized, until that moment, that a person could be beautiful and ugly at the same time. When you’re a teenage boy, you want the beautiful people to be truly beautiful.

I simply feel it’s important to recognize that she might have had reasons. We all have reasons why we fail to live up to what we should be…

“No one ever accomplished anything by being content with who they were, Shallan,” Adolin said. “We accomplish great things by reaching toward who we could become.”

“As long as it’s what you want to become. Not what someone else thinks you should become.”

you have to stop being part of the problem!”

"Sit down and shut up. You are worthless and need to listen to your betters."

I guess we both need to remember that whatever’s happening in our heads, whatever it was that created us, we get to choose. That’s what makes us people, Syl.”

“It won’t be like that for me,” Kaladin said. “You told me it would get worse.” “It will,” Wit said, “but then it will get better. Then it will get worse again. Then better. This is life, and I will not lie by saying every day will be sunshine. But there will be sunshine again, and that is a very different thing to say. That is truth. I promise you, Kaladin: You will be warm again.”

I accept that there will be those I cannot protect!

I cried