Quotes from Brandon Sanderson

A woman could be strong without having the emotions of a brick.

Who... who are you?" "I am what you will soon be. I am a survivor.

I will kill you , the words said. Death, death, death. "Well... that's pleasant," Elend said.

To Parlin's mind, nothing showed affection like a hunk of something dead and bleeding on the table.

The man had come looking for a magical solution to his woes, but he had found an answer much more simple. Pain lost its power when other things became more important. Kahar didn't need a potion or an Aon to save him—he just needed something to do.

If nobody asked questions, then we would never learn anything.

What I'm trying to say is that you don't understand a man until you understand what makes him do what he does. Every man is a hero in his own story, Princess.

I let out a sound that was definitely not a whimper. It was something far more manly, no matter what it sounded like.

Kaladin stared outward at the blue sky. "I have to know," he whispered. "Know?" "You asked why I protect Dalinar. I have to know if he really is what he seems, Syl. I have to know if one of them lives up to his reputation. That will tell me-" "Tell you? Tell you what?" "If honor is dead, Kaladin whispered. "He is," Syl said. "But he lives on in men. And in me.

We certainly are an odd bunch." "Yes. Seven people. Odd.

Strength before weakness. He was coming to understand that part of his first oath. He had discovered weakness in himself, but that wasn't something to be ashamed of. Because of that weakness, he could help in ways nobody could.

Nedd," she said, "stupid is stupid." "No it's not. You're talking to an expert.

The woman looked up at Lift. "He's right about that, um..." "Say it," Lift said. "Your Pancakefulness." "Rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it?

It was a nice dream, wasn't it, Syl?" he asked. "That we could escape? Find peace at long last?" "Such a wonderful dream," she whispered.

Sometimes you need to accept what you've lost, then move forward. Then you can instead realize what you've gained.

How can you be tired? your poor horse did all the running." "It was emotionally exhausting, Hammond," Breeze said, rapping the larger man's hand with his cane.

Has no one done my son a service and assassinated you yet?" "No assassins yet," Wit said, amused. "I guess I've already got too much ass sass of my own."..."Oh really, Wit" she said. "I thought that kind of humour was beneath you." "So are you technically," Wit said, smiling, from atop his high-legged stool.

Journey before destination," Dalinar said. "It cannot be a journey if it doesn't have a beginning. " A thunderclap sounded in his mind. Suddenly, awareness poured back into him. The Stormfather, distant, feeling frightened-but also surprised. Dalinar? "I will take responsibility for what I have done." Dalinar whispered. "If I must fall, I will rise each time a better man.

The immortal demigod took a throaty slurp of her beer, then slammed the mug down onto the table, grinning like a four-year-old who had been paid in cookies to rat out her sister.

Truth is individual." "What? No it's not. Truth is . . . it's Truth. Reality." "Your truth is what you see," Pattern said, sounding confused. "What else could it be? That is the truth that you spoke to me, the truth that brings power.

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.

There were great advantages to being unimportant.

You don't stop loving someone just because they hurt you" he said. "It would certainly make things easier if you did.

Stupid water, ruining my enjoyment of swimming.