It's easy to believe in something when you win all the time...The losses are what define a man's faith.
I'm not really sure why. But… do you stop loving someone just because they betray you? I don't think so. That's what makes the betrayal hurt so much -- pain, frustration, anger… and I still loved her. I still do.
Everyone knows that ice cream is worth the trouble of being cold. Like all things virtuous, you have to suffer to gain the reward.
Entropy shakes its angry fist at you for being clever enough to organize the world.
Entropy shakes its angry fist at you for being clever enough to organize the world. (p 2).
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.
A journey will have pain and failure. It is not only the steps forward that we must accept. It is the stumbles. The trials. The knowledge that we will fail. That we will hurt those around us.
It was rather difficult to throw a game when you had no idea what you were doing to win it in the first place.
You're like a potato, in a minefield!
You're like a potato, in a minefield!"
Mocking a woman is like drinking too much wine. It may be fun for a short time, but the hangover is hell.
I froze, shocked. (And don't try to claim that you did anything different the first time a government bureaucrat pulled a gun on you.).
Regardless, I still do not believe that your duty is to do as the people wish. Your duty is to lead as best you can, following the dictates of your conscience. You must be true. Your Majesty, to the man you wish to become.
That was one attribute in a man that Zane respected above all others. Especially since he had trouble displaying it himself.
You don't stop loving someone just because they hurt you. It would certainly make things easier if you did.
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.
I have no idea what you just said, child,' Breeze said. 'So I'm simply going to pretend it was coherent, then move on.
A man is what he has passion about. If you give up what you want most for what you think you should want more, you'll end up miserable.
The only point in creating something is to watch it die. Like a story that must come to a climax, what I have done will not be fulfilled until the end has arrived.
Shallan, weren't you supposed to be reading?
I ... had trouble concentrating.
So you came up on deck, Jasnah said, to sketch pictures of young men working without their shirts on. You expected this to help your concentration?
You must love him enough to trust his wishes, even if you disagree with them. You must respect him -- no matter how wrong you think he may be, no matter how poor you think his decisions, you must respect his desire to make them. Even if one of them includes loving you.
You want to be competent? she thought. You want to learn to be in control of what goes on around you, rather than just being pushed around? Then you'll have to learn to deal with failure.
Vin looked down at the handkerchief. When a nobleman wants to court a lady seriously, he gives her a handkerchief.
To their simple, degenerate minds there was only one thing to do when faced by a God more powerful than their own: Convert.
Surround yourself with people too afraid to speak, and you left yourself to only your own ideas. That could be disastrous. It was important to have men who would question you and see flaws in your plans, so long as you could control them. It was all about control.
It was nice to be reminded that, for all their differences, there were occasional things that she and Jasnah shared.
She just wished that ignorance weren't at the top of the list.
I'm sorry, Father, Kaladin said.
Sorry? For... for what?
I thought your way might be correct, Kaladin said. And that I'd been wrong. But I don't think it's that simple. I think we're both correct. For us.
When I finally lie down, I find sleep elusive. The same thoughts that trouble me during the day are only compounded by the stillness of night.
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.
Expectation wasn't just about what people expected of you. It was about what you expected of yourself.
I had Eondel teach me, Raoden said. Back when I was trying to find ways to prove that my father's laws were foolish. Eondel chose fencing becausehe thought it would be most useful to me, as a politician. I never figured I'd end up using it to keep my wife from slicing me to pieces.
He fought as he wished he had all those years ago, for the chance he had missed. In that moment between storms -- when the rain stilled and the winds drew in their breaths to blow -- he danced with the slayer of kings, and somehow held his own.
The finest defense of character is correct action. Acquaint yourself with virtue, and you can expect proper treatment from those around you.
The body needs many different foods to remain healthy. And the mind needs many different ideas to remain sharp. Wouldn't you agree? And so if I were to read only these silly romances you presume that my ambition can handle, my mind would grow sick.
But since then you've acted like I was a gorilla at your buffet.
Gorilla at your buffet. You know... eating all your food? Making you annoyed? That kind of thing?
So, when people try to give you some book with a shiny round award on the cover, be kind and gracious, but tell them you don't read fantasy, because you prefer stories that are real. Then come back here and continue your research on the cult of evil Librarians who secretly rule the world.
They're trying to be good. But they're, you know, Alethi. Conquering folks is basically their primary cultural heritage.
What else will we do? I asked, turning to leave. This is the only plan we have.
This isn't a plan, Prof said. It's hormones.
Though, if you think about it, hostile, dethroned pseudodeities probably make disagreeable neighbors. You'll have to figure out something to do with him.
Being unkillable, so long as one had some healing power stored up, could do strange things to a person's sense of self-preservation. Of course, Wayne had probably been drunk at the time. That also tended to do strange things to a person's sense of self-preservation.
I'd be offended if I could be offended, he said. Maybe I should start calling you a cow, since you have four limbs, are made of meat, and have rudimentary biological mental capacities.
Sometimes Vin imagined she was like the ash, or the wind, or the mist itself. A thing without thought, capable of simply being, not thinking, caring, or hurting. Then she could be...free.
Joel, lad, school is about learning to learn. If you don't practice studying things you don't like, then you'll have a very hard time in life.
You get to choose who you are. Legacy, memories of the past, can serve us well. But we cannot let them define us. When heritage becomes a box instead of an inspiration, it has gone too far.
I don't want to stifle information, but I do want to organize it! I don't want to rule the world, but I do want to bring it order! I don't want everything to be the same, but I do want to understand!
We follow the codes not because they bring gain, but because we loathe the people we would otherwise become.
You're still human, Shallan said, reaching across, putting her hand on Navani's knee. We can't all be emotionless chunks of rock like Jasnah.
Navani smiled. She sometimes had the empathy of a corpse, didn't she?
Once one becomes a man, he can and must make his own decisions. But I do offer warning. Even a good thing can become destructive if taken to excess.
It is you! the man exclaimed. We thought you weren't coming for another week! Ashe, Sarene mumbled, who is this lunatic and what does he want with me?
I grunted, hauling the rope hand over hand. A plaintive squeak came from the pulley system with each draw, as if I had strapped some unfortunate mouse to a torture device and was twisting with glee.
It strikes me that religion seeks to take natural events and ascribe supernatural causes to them. I, however, seek to take supernatural events and find the natural meanings behind them. Perhaps that is the final dividing line between science and religion. Opposite sides of a card.
Definitely not--you optimists just can't understand that a depressed person doesn't want you to try and cheer them up. It makes us sick.
The Shaod, it was called. The Transformation... When it came, the fortuante person's life ended and began anew; he would discard his old, mundane existence and move to Elantris. Elantris, where he could live in bliss, rule in wisdom, and be worshiped for eternity.
Eternity ended ten years ago.
Perhaps I am an insensitive rich woman. That doesn't change the fact that you can be downright mean and offensive, Kaladin Stormblessed.
I know the second oath I am to make. I don't need to be told it. I will unite instead of divide, Stormfather. I will bring men together.
I hadn't been a nerd, mind you. I'd just been the type of guy who spent a lot of time by himself, focused entirely on a single consuming interest.
I'm fully aware that so much of me is difficult for any one woman to handle. My majesty confuses them. It's the only explanation for why they often run away.
My outlines are always very goal-based. What do I want to have happen by the ending and how can I earn that.
Time tends to pass you by more quickly when you take no notice of it, my dear. In that, it's remarkably similar to most women I know.
He'd had a year to think about what to say. And if he failed, he'd have an eternity to think about what he'd done wrong.
Fantasy has had some problems with being too repetitive, in my opinion. I try to read what other people are doing -- and say, 'How can I add to this rather than just recycle it? How can I stand on Tolkien's shoulders rather than stand tied to his kneecaps?
Fantasy has had some problems with being too repetitive, in my opinion. I try to read what other people are doing -- and say, 'How can I add to this rather than just recycle it? How can I stand on Tolkien's shoulders rather than stand tied to his kneecaps?'
Saints ans Stars... I´d built my entire gut response to this person on the fact that they couldn´t smile right.
Though, when I'm proven wrong and the underprivileged masses storm my palace and burn me at the stake, I'll be sure to inform them that you were right all along. You'll get the last laugh. Or...well, the last scream, since you'll probably be tied up beside me.
The Hallandren sent those soldiers in to kill. Kill the poor that they created. We're going to stop them from doing things like that. I don't care what it takes. I'm tired of being pretty and nice and ignoring ostentation. I want to DO something.
Reckoner Super Plan for Killing Regalia...
Step One: find Regalia, then totally explode her. Lots and Lots.
Step Two: put Val on decaf.
Step Three: Mizzy gets a cookie.
XinWey's Doctrine states that the most essential morality of mankind is to create the greatest amount of happiness among the greatest number of people while using the least amount of resources.
They're scared of you. Zahel's voice, drifting again above the crowd. Do you see it in them? Show them why.
Jasnah was different. She gave Shallan a topic and the freedom to pursue it as she wished. Jasnah offered encouragement and speculation, but nearly all of their conversations turned to topics like the true nature of scholarship, the purpose of studying, the beauty of knowledge and its application.
Ah,the outdoors, Shallan said. I visited that mythical place once. It was so very long ago, I've nearly forgotten it. Tell me, does the sun still shine, or is that just my dreamy recollection'
'Surely your studies aren't that bad.
People need stories, child. They bring us hope, and that hope is real. If that's the case, what does it matter whether people in them actually lived?
The Shardblade, as always, glistened silver and clean. When one killed with a Blade, there was no blood. That seemed like a sign. The Shardblade was just a tool; it could not be blamed for the murders.
Oh, Obliteration continued, I think that you'll find a man can do many things thought impossible, if he tries hard enough.
You could not stop times from changing, his mother said, no more than you could stop the surf from rolling.
But merely being tradition does not make something worthy.
But merely being tradition does not make something worthy, Kadash. We can't just assume that because something is old it is right.
Sazed, I've raised some fifteen daughters, Tindwyl said, entering the room. No teenage girl is stable. Some are just better at hiding it than others.
Stealing regular stuff was no fun. She wanted a real challenge. Over the last two years, she'd picked the most difficult places to enter. Then she'd snuck in.
And eaten their dinners.
What is more one try, then? Her voice was soft, yet somehow stronger than the storm. What could it hurt?
Failure is the mark of a life well lived. In turn, the only way to live without failure is to be of no use to anyone. Trust me, I've practiced.
It does strange things to you to realize that the conservative establishment is forcing you to be a progressive liberal fighter for universal rights.
Never throw the first punch. If you have to throw the second, try to make sure they don't get up for a third.
This is life, and I will not lie to you saying every day will be sunshine. But there will be sunshine again, and that's a very different thing to say. That is truth. I promise you, Kaladin: you will be warm again.
A person needed to experience real danger or they would never find joy in excelling. There had to be a risk of failure, the chance to die.
I find nothing more frighening than a man trying to do what he has decided is important. Very little in the world has ever gone astray -- at least on a grand scale -- because a person decided to be frivolous.
I find nothing more frightening than a man trying to do what he has decided is important. Very little in the world has ever gone astray -- at least on a grand scale -- because a person decided to be frivolous.
The rest of the time, I don't do so much thinkin'. 'Cuz if I did, I'd go running back to where things is simple. You see?
The Gottschalk was a fine weapon.
You, I said to it, are on probation. You'd better impress me.
Great. Now I was talking to guns.
Deal with your own stupid planet, you idiot. Don't make me come over there and slap you around again.
For glory lit, and life alive, for goals unreached and aims to strive. All men must try, the wind did see. It is the test, it is the dream.
Expectation. That is the true soul of art. If you can give a man more than he expects, then he will laud you his entire life. If you can create an air of anticipation and feed it properly, you will succeed.
If you want to understand a people, learn their weapons. The way men kill one another says far more about a culture than any scholar's ethnography.
Elend smiled, preparing his next argument. He could keep this discussion going for quite sometime. For, if there was one thing in particular that he had learned by growing up in his father's house it was this: how to annoy people.
For now, I only wish to make a simple acknowledgement of the woman who held the power just before me. Of all of us who touched it, I feel she was the most worthy.
Do not be so hard on the child. She is a product of her upbringing, just as you are. If you judge her worth based on frivolities, then you are doing the same as those who judge you based on your simple clothing.
All right, M-Bot, I said. We have a problem. We might need to hijack that entire carrier ship.
Excellent, M-Bot said. Would you like your corpse cremated or ejected into space?
If there was one thing in particular that he had learned by growing up in his father's house it was this: how to annoy people.
Back in my State, I'm very close to being able to control the weather. I'll be all-powerful, once I've figured that out.
The look of disbelief that ran across the boy's face was somehow more disturbing than the despair it had replaced. This creature had given up hope long ago; he probably begged out of habit rather than expectation.
We'll fight so well, the Krell will raise lamentations to the sky like smoke above a pyre, crying in desperation at our advent!
If you knew the history of that flute, it would make your brain flip upside-down. And by that, I mean that I would shove you off the carriage for having spied on me.
Ideas are never original, Kelsier said. Only one thing is.
And what is that?
Style, Kelsier said.
Then he punched Ruin across the face.
Everyone gets scared, Princess. Even brave men sometimes run the first time they see battle. In armies, that's why there's so much training. The ones who hold aren't the courageous ones, they're the well-trained ones. We have instincts like any other animal.
Janala is a fool, just bright enough to be proud of the wits she has, but stupid enough to be unaware of how outmatched they are.
That, after all, was his job. The title of emperor carried with it only a single duty.
To make everything better.
He found himself weeping. Not for the future or for the emperor. These were the tears of a man who saw before himself a masterpiece. True art was more than beauty; it was more than technique. It was not just imitation. It was boldness, it was contrast, it was subtlety.
So, there I was, tied to an altar made from outdated encyclopedias, about to get sacrificed to the dark powers by a cult of evil Librarians.
I wasn't a nerd, mind you, but I'd spent a lot of my youth studying Epics, so I'd had limited experience with social interaction. I mixed with ordinary people about the same way that a bucket of paint mixed with a bag of gerbils.
I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.
My behavior is nonetheless, deplorable. Unfortunately, I'm quite prone to such bouts of deplorability -- take for instance, my fondness for reading books at the dinner table.
What a pair they were -- a Mistborn who felt guilty wasting coins to jump and a nobleman who thought balls were too expensive.
The more limitations you put on a character often times the better a character you'll make them, the more interesting the story becomes because the character can't simply wave a hand and make something happen. They have to work within the framework.
That's the funny thing about arriving somewhere, Vin, he said with a wink. Once you're there, the only thing you can really do is leave again.
They were people. They were all just… people. With strange carapaces or odd life cycles. They lived, and they loved.
Shai knelt on the floor amid a pattern of scattered pages, each filled with cramped script or drawings of seals. Behind her, morning opened her eyes, and sunlight seeped through the stained glass window, spraying the room with crimson, blue, violet.
The mists seemed to draw back. Waxillium stood there, wearing a large, dusterlike coat, cut into strips below the waist. A pair of revolvers gleamed in holsters at his hips, and he rested a shotgun on each shoulder. His face was bloodied, but he was smiling.
Logically, Shallan said, the bright side is the only side you can look on, because the other side is dark.
Here, in Alethkar, men often spoke of the legends -- of mankind's hard-won victory over the Voidbringers. But when weapons created to fight nightmares were turned against common soldiers, the lives of men became cheap things indeed.
I froze, shocked. (And don't try to clam that you did anything different the first time a government bureaucrat pulled a gun on you.).
The right belief is like a good cloak, I think. If it fits you well, it keeps you warm and safe. The wrong fit however, can suffocate.
The need for clean clothing outlived disasters. The end of the world could come, but that would only mean more bloodstains to wash.
He's got the emptiness, bad as I do. I can see it in him. We all can. But he gets up anyway. We're trapped in here, and we all want to do something to help. We can't, but somehow he can.
Remember, despite the fact that this book is being sold as a 'fantasy' novel, you must take all of the things it says extremely seriously, as they are quite important, are in no way silly, and always make sense. Rutabaga.
It's interesting that the woman who wrote that treatise -- the one you all practically worship in Alethkar -- decided that all of the feminine tasks involve sitting around having fun while all the masculine ones involve finding someone to stick a spear in you. Telling, eh?
It is a writer's greatest pleasure to hear that someone was kept up until the unholy hours of the morning reading one of their books.
Tobias took the photograph. At least, that's what I saw. Most likely I still had the photograph in my hand, but I couldn't feel it there, now I perceived Tobias holding it. It's strange, the way the mind can change perception.
If men should read these words, let them know that power is a heavy burden. Seek not to be bound by its chains.
I think something innate in us understands that seeking the good of society is usually best for the individual as well. Humankind is noble, when we give it the chance to be. That nobility is something that exists independent of any God's decree.
I don't suppose you'd want to go destroy some evil, would you? the voice said. I'm not really sure what that means, to be honest. I'll just trust you to decide.
He felt a swelling of pride. Ridiculous, of course. He had endangered the kindgdom -- how would people react if they knew the Blackthorn himself had broken before a crisis of conscience? They'd laugh. In that moment, he didn't care. So long as he could be a hero to this woman.
He was running through mists again. Walls, people, buildings faded. Nothing but dark, swirling mists. But the mists had never been his enemy.
He was a man.Just a man. Yet, you always knew he'd succeed. He made you be what he wanted you to be.
He was a man. Just a man. Yet, you always knew he'd succeed. He made you be what he wanted you to be.
I represent that one thing you've never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope -- Kelsier.
She remembered timidly standing atop the Luthadel city wall, afraid to use her Allomancy to jump off, despite Kelsier's coaxing. Now she could step off a cliff and muse thoughtfully to herself on the way down.
Vin: I don't know -- and it's all your fault, you know. I used to understand everything. Now it's all confused. Kelsier: Yes, we've messed you up right properly.
Every action we take has consequences, Vin, Kelsier said. I've found that in both Allomancy and life, the person who can best judge the consequences of their actions will be the most successful.
But you can't kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that one thing you've never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope.
If you're always on time, it implies that you never have anything better you should be doing. -Kelsier.
Each time I came crashing down into the ocean porpoiselike, water hit my face like the slap of a jilted lover.
I killed you once, the Lord Ruler said, turning back to Kelsier. You tried, Kelsier replied, his voice loud and firm, carrying across the square. But you can't kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that thing you've never been able to kill no matter how hard you try. I am hope.
Overcome your guilt. Care, but not too much. Take responsibility, but don't blame yourself. Protect, save, help- but know when to give up. They're precarious ledges to walk. How do I do it?
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.
The nature of morality must be considered, and preferably before one is exposed to situations where a moral decision is required.
How do you 'accidentally' kill a noble man in his own mansion? With a knife in the chest. Or, rather, a pair of knives in the chest.
There has to be a balance, Vin, Elend said. Somehow, we'll find it. The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be. He sighed. But for now, he said, nodding to the side, we simply have to be satisfied with who we are.
The koloss he'd attacked did not rise. Its companions stood, looking unconcerned, though their eyes were focused on him. They seemed to want something.
He ate my horse, Elend said, saying the first thing that came to his clouded mind.
The group of koloss nodded.
To be human is to seek beauty, Shallan. Do not despair, do not end the hunt because thorns grow in your way.
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 world seemed quite willing to accept misunderstood artists, misunderstood thieves, and even peasants who dreamed of royalty. But nobody knew what to do with a misunderstood philologist. Other than run him out of town for bringing the dragons down on them.
The number 1 thing that I don't want to see in a story is when characters exist simply to be proven wrong.
Do not dash if you only have the strength to walk, and do not waste your time pushing on the walls that will not give. More importantly, don't shove where a pat would be sufficient.
Let me guess, Mat. I'm a traveling merchant who once trained with the Aiel and who has come to the village because he's heard there's a trout that lives in the lake who insulted his father.
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.
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.
Ham shook his head, sitting down, pouring himself something to drink. I don't get it, El. Why'd she attack him? She's loony, Spook said.
Ruin still used Reen's voice-it was familiar, something that had always seemed a part of her. Discovering that it belonged to that thing...it was like finding out that her reflection really belonged to someone else, and that she'd never actually seen herself.
Faith isn't about logic, son, Haddek said. Perhaps that's your problem. You cannot 'disprove' the things you study, any more than we can prove to you that the Hero will save us. We simply must believe it, and accept the things Preservation has taught us.
Llarimar had told him to do his best. That sounded like an awful lot of work.
Llarimar had told him to do his best. That sounded like an awful lot of work. Unfortunately, doing nothing was beginning to seem like even MORE work.
Seen like that, he was just a shadow; darkness, a nothingness, before real power. The men of this world, epics included, would pass from time. I might be a worm to him, but he was a worm himself in the grand scheme of the universe.
What is it we value? Innovation. Originality. Novelty. But most importantly...timeliness. I fear you may be too late, my confused, unfortunate, friend.
There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.
You've managed -- in our short three years together -- to kill not only my god, but my father, my brother, and my fiance. That's kind of like a homicidal hat trick. It's a strange foundation for a relationship, wouldn't you say?
Stop moping, sule, galladon said with a grunt.It doesn't suit you-it takes a fine sense of pessimism to brood with any sort of respectability.
He saw it in her eyes. The anguish, the frustration. The terrible nothing that clawed inside and sought to smother her. She knew. It was there, inside. She had been broken.
Then she smiled. Oh, storms. She smiled anyway.
It was the single most beautiful thing he'd seen in his entire life.
I couldn't help grinning at the sight of her. Megan, in turn, raised a nine-millimeter square at my chest.
Well, that was familiar, at least.
If you don't believe what I'm telling you, then ask yourself this: would any decent, kind-hearted individual become a writer? Of course not.
Now, I had been frightened on several different occasions in my life. The most frightening of these involved an elevator and a mime.
You're a mean old man, Your Grace.
And that is the way it should be. Roial informed. Mean young men are trivial, and kindly old men boring. Here, let me get us something to drink.
I'm Galladon, from the sovereign realm of Duladel. I'm most recently from Elantris, land of sludge, insanity, and eternal perdition. Nice to meet you.
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