The Way of Kings (The Stormlight Archive, #1)

by Brandon Sanderson

There was a certain power in that, a freedom. The freedom of not having to care.

He’d been burned too often to trust the flame.

She could choose the source of her guilt, but she couldn’t choose to be rid of that guilt entirely.

Death comes, they whispered. Death comes to all. But life comes first. Cherish it.

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.

“Above the final void I hang, friends behind, friends before. The feast I must drink clings to their faces, and the words I must speak spark in my mind. The old oaths will be spoken anew.”

Strength does not make one capable of rule; it makes one capable of service.”

The end was peace, but living … that is a tempest.