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April 9 - June 22, 2025
Everyone has to stand out sometime, so you might as well do it in a pretty way like yourself!”
“Ignorance is hardly unusual, Miss Davar. The longer I live, the more I come to realize that it is the natural state of the human mind. There are many who will strive to defend its sanctity and then expect you to be impressed with their efforts.”
Bitterness is repaid more often than kindness.
Each man has his place. Mine is to make insults. Yours is to be in-sluts.”
“Tradition is the blind witness they use to condemn us, Teft,” Kaladin said. “It’s the pretty box they use to wrap up their lies. It makes us serve them.”
Though his murders and sins would damn him, at least his soul would be given to the stones upon his death. He would continue to exist. Punished, in agony, but not exiled to nothingness. Better to exist in agony than to vanish entirely.
“You are old enough to wonder, to ask, to reject what is presented to you simply because it was presented to you. But you also cling to the idealism of youth. You feel there must be some single, all-defining Truth—and you think that once you find it, all that once confused you will suddenly make sense.”
Does one deserve to have evil done to her by consequence of putting herself where evil can reach her?
“Abandoning you?” Kaladin hissed to Teft. Just let me be. Let me go back to apathy. At least then there’s no pain.
“I’m sorry. Kabsal … I’m not what you think I am.” “I think you’re a beautiful, intelligent woman.” “Well, you have the woman part right.”
It’s idiocy to try to prove a negative. Let the Vorin believe as they wish—the wise among them will find goodness and solace in their faith; the fools would be fools no matter what they believed.”
But, as with most things in life, the ideal and the reality were two separate things.
If the emperor is dead, and has been all these years, then the murders we committed are not his responsibility. They are our own.’
“What you saw belongs to you. A story doesn’t live until it is imagined in someone’s mind.” “What does the story mean, then?” “It means what you want it to mean,” Hoid said. “The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon. Too often, we forget that.”
Strength does not make one capable of rule; it makes one capable of service.”
“We want to believe that there were better men once. That makes us think it could be that way again.
“The kiss was yours, Dalinar,” she said idly, pulling open the door and entering his antechamber. “You seduced me to it.” “What? Seduced?” She glanced back at him. “Dalinar, I’ve never been more open and honest in my life.” “I know,” Dalinar said, smiling. “That was the seductive part.”
“If there’s no curse or bad luck, no god above being angry at me—I have to live with knowing that with a little more effort—a little more practice or skill—I could have saved them.”
“What I’m saying is that I faced eternity, and I saw peace there. That will change how I live.” “Without all of the guilt?” He hesitated. “Being me, I doubt I’ll banish it entirely. The end was peace, but living … that is a tempest.
