Why hasn’t anyone killed him yet?”“Dumb luck,” Wit said. “In that I’m lucky you’re all so dumb.
Can you feel it? Something just changed. I believe that’s the sound the world makes when it pisses itself.
Wayne’s a little attached to that hat, Waxillium said. He thinks it’s lucky.Wayne: It is lucky. I ain’t never died while wearing that hat. Marasi frowned. I … I’m not sure I know how to respond.Wax: That’s a common reaction to Wayne.
Ten spears go to battle,” he whispered, “and nine shatter. Did the war forge the one that remained? No, Amaran. All the war did was identify the spear that would not break.
It has always seemed to me that a coward is a person who cares more about what people say than about what is right. Bravery isn’t about what people call you, Spensa. It’s about who you know yourself to be.
You see, that is the sad, sorry, terrible thing about sarcasm.It’s really funny.
Somebody has to start. Somebody has to step forward and do what is right, because it is right.
You’re a very difficult person to manipulate, you know.Nonsense, he said. You just have to promise me that I won’t have to do a thing, and then I’ll do anything you want.Anything?Anything that doesn’t require doing anything.That’s nothing, then.Is it?Yes.Well, that’s something.
People can do great things. However, there are some things they just CAN’T do. I, for instance, have not been able to transform myself into a Popsicle, despite years of effort.
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.
Those candle flames were like the lives of men. So fragile. So deadly. Left alone, they lit and warmed. Let run rampant, they would destroy the very things they were meant to illuminate. Embryonic bonfires, each bearing a seed of destruction so potent it could tumble cities and dash kings to their knees.
There were a group of people before the Ascension known as the Astalsi. They claimed that each person was born with a certain finite amount of ill luck. And so, when an unfortunate event happened, they thought themselves blessed—thereafter, their lives could only get better.
But merely being tradition does not make something worthy, Kadash. We can’t just assume that because something is old it is right.
I think given the choice between loving Mare – betrayal included – and never knowing her, I’d chose love. I risked, and I lost, but the risk was still worth it.
It’s what happens when you shoot someone,” Wayne pointed out. “At least, usually someone has the good sense to get dead when you go to all the trouble to shoot them.
That’s the point, isn’t it? We have to live on, no matter how hard it gets. We’ll win in the end.
I swear, my dear. Sometimes our conversations remind me of a broken sword.She raised an eyebrow.Sharp as hell, Lightsong said, but lacking a point.
Life before Death.
Strength before Weakness.
Journey before Destination.
If you give up what you want most for what you think you should want more, you’ll end up miserable.
Wayne’s a little attached to that hat, Waxillium said. He thinks it’s lucky.Wayne: It is lucky. I ain’t never died while wearing that hat. Marasi frowned. I … I’m not sure I know how to respond.Wax: That’s a common reaction to Wayne.
There are two kinds of people in this world, son. Those who save lives, and those who take lives.And what of those who protect and defend? Those who save lives by taking lives?That’s like trying to stop a storm by blowing harder. Ridiculous. You can’t protect by killing.
A man is what he has passion about,” Breeze said. “I’ve found that if you give up what you want most for what you think you should want more, you’ll just end up miserable.
We were like deaf people trying to dance to a beat we couldn’t hear, long after the music actually stopped.
How do you fight someone smarter than yourself?’ Rand Whispered. ‘The answer is simple. You make her think that you are sitting down across the table from her, ready to play her game. Then you punch her in the face as hard as you can.
Can a woman not walk with her possessions down the street of a city?
Yes, Bastille. I keep trying to get killed because it’s inconvenient for you.
The question is not whether you will love, hurt, dream, and die. It is what you will love, why you will hurt, when you will dream, and how you will die. This is your choice. You cannot pick the destination, only the path.