The Broken Eye Quotes

“We are the stories we tell about ourselves. But when those stories are lies, we are the most surprised of all.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“This world has only two kinds of people: villains and smiling villains.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“Don’t judge a man by what he says his ideals are, judge him by what he does. Look at what the Color Prince has done. They’re wrong, Teia. They’re liars and murderers. It doesn’t mean everything we do is right. It doesn’t mean our house doesn’t need a thorough cleaning. I just don’t think we need to burn it to the ground to do it.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“This is why there are few prophets. We end up dead a lot. The truth is offensive to men who love darkness.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“Hope is the great deceiver. Hope is the piper who leads us sleepy to our slaughter.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“This is how tyrants fall. By destroying their people, they destroy themselves.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“You got potential, Kip.
And you know what potential means? he replied.
“Ain’t done nothing yet.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“When you have lived either a very short time or a very long time—if you’ve lived well—you will be able to love easily, too. Broken hearts have fresh places to bond with new faces.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“I am of you," said Kip."I am Guile as much as you are. True, I have a scrap of decency, but only a scrap. How do you think you can treat a Guile with such disregard and get away with it? Because I am you. I'm as cold as you, I'm as smart as you, and when you push me, I'm as evil and cruel as you. I have a thin film of goodness floating on the top of my Guile, grandfather, but I don't know how senile you must be to miss just how thin it is.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“The man who is content to live alone is either a beast or a god.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“The choice to give up bitterness is not easy, but it is simple: peace or poison. And don't wait until you feel like making it. You never will.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“When you surrender what isn’t under your control, you’re not giving up a crown, you’re giving up a yoke.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“Perhaps great men are content with marrying a woman who is not their equal, but we great women … Our equals are rare enough in the first place, and then most of those we do find have married twits.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“To hold fealty to your own and to call it a high virtue is ludicrous. Even animals protect their own. It is a good, but it is a common good, an easy one. It’s a miser who says he grows rich not for himself, but for his children. His vice is not thus magically made virtue.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“He kissed her. And she kissed him. And it was infatuation, and it was hunger, and it was longing to be loved, and it was an all-consuming fire so hot it devoured worry and loneliness and fear and time and being and thought itself. They kissed, embracing, flying, and for a hundred heartbeats, there was no war, no death, no pain, nothing hard, nothing terrible, nothing but warmth and acceptance.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“Knowing I would die for you, how would you live if you were worthy of that sacrifice? Live that way.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“Orholam,” Gavin said, “do I have your full attention?” “Always.” “Good.” He cracked his neck right and left. “Because fuck you.” He dove into the water.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“She looked at the door, and wondered if they meant it. Could she leave now? “We’ve no cowards among us,” the man said. “Good.” Teia wanted to shout, Wait! I think I might be a coward! Can I think on it a bit longer?”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“You’re the best there is. No one can replace you.” Unexpectedly, the White chuckled. “Words every megalomaniac longs to hear. But true only of the truly bad and the monumentally great. I am neither,”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“I die and go to a library? Sure, it could be worse, but I’ve spent a lot of time in libraries this year. Quite enough time, really. Do I have to stay forever? Where do I go pee?”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“And on a difference of three minutes, all of history changes.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“We each tend to think of our time as the end product of all that has come before, which is true, but we like to believe our time is therefore the pinnacle, rather than another pearl on the string.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“it is in carrying heavier burdens than we think we can bear that we become stronger.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“Attack dolphins. What the hell was that? Dolphins were supposed to be nice.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“He is terribly bright; he is handsome; he is charming; and you have spoiled him horribly. In other words, he has all the makings of a true monster.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“..More choices in a limited time didn't mean didn't mean you could do everything-it meant that you could do anything, so you probably did nothing, frozen with indecision.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“This is what it is to grow up. It is to live beyond the blind rush of passion, or hate, or green luxin, or battle juice. It is to see what must be done, and to do it, without feeling a great desire or a great hatred or a great love. It is to confront fear, naked. No armor of bombast or machismo. Just duty, and love for one’s fellows. Not love felt, not the love that compelled action without thought, but love chosen deliberately. I am the best person to do this thing, it said, though I may die doing it.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“...Many shadows hide behind light, and the best lies are those seasoned liberally with truth: salt covering the flavor of rotten meat.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“It was like a child addressing a tidal wave, saying, I will not be moved—and before the words are out of his mouth, all is ocean, leaving no sign; not only no sign of the child, but no sign of his defiance, no sign that anything opposed the crushing sea in the least, no eddy, no swirl, no detritus, only simple, plain, indisputable nothingness.”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye

“Knowledge is a musket. You can use it only as a club, but will you? When your life is on the line?”
― Brent Weeks, The Broken Eye