Quotes from Brandon Sanderson

You're wrong about me". Wax said, spinning the chamber, feeling the trigger, hoping the gun still worked. He looked up at Bleeder and leveled the weapon. Looking down these sights, he saw Lessie. His stomach turned again. "How am I wrong?" Bleeder asked. Rusts she was crying. "I'm not Harmony's hands", Wax whispered. "I'm his sword." Then he fired.

Do you enjoy stories, young lady?" "What kind of stories?" "The best kind, of course," Slowswift said, tapping his book. "The kind about monsters and myths. Longtales, some call them—stories told by skaa around the fires, whispering of mistwraiths, sprites, and brollins and such.

It would be like finding out that you'd drawn lots for dessert at the Factory and been only one number off, only it didn't matter because Pete already snuck in to steal the dessert, so nobody was going to get any anyway - not even Pete, because it turns out there had never been any dessert to begin with.

The means by which we achieve victory are as important as the victory itself.

Being a human was about making sense of chaos, finding meaning among the random elements of the world.

We want to believe that there were better men once. That makes us think it could be that way again. But people don't change. They are corrupt now.They were corrupt then.

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.

The longer you live, the more you fail. 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

How did they decide what was valuable? Did they all just gather together, sit around in their suits and gowns, and say, "Oi. Let's start eatin' fish eggs, and make the stuff real expensive. That'll rust their brains, it will." Then they'd have a nice round of rich folks' laughter and throw some servants off the top of a building to see what kind of splats they'd make when they hit.

There are some things you can't hide from, Vin. I know—I've tried." She

Anyone can believe in someone, or something, that always succeeds, Mistress. But failure…ah, now, that is hard to believe in, certainly and truly. Difficult enough to have value, I think.

It is his ultimate lie, Son of Honor. The lie that says you have no choice. The lie that there is no more journey worth taking.

It becomes the responsibility of every man, upon realizing he lacks the truth, to seek it out.

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.

I'll do what I can, make the decisions as I see they must be made, Elend thought. Then accept the consequences.

Cobb," I said, stepping closer. "Those aren't bloodthirsty monsters out there; they're just people. Normal people, with lives, and loves, and families." "And what did you think we've been fighting against all these years?" Cobb asked.

Al apuntarme había puesto el seguro. Si aquello no era amor verdadero, no sé qué lo es.

You'll find God in the same place you're going to find salvation from this mess," Wit said. "Inside the hearts of men.

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.

This is the true test of a man. He who will stand when others grow complacent.

Then I will be proven wrong," Sazed said. He turned, looking into her eyes. "But kindly remember that the last ime I disobeyed the Synod, the result was the collapse of the Final Empire and the freedom of our people.

The world would find them anyway. It was good at these kinds of games.

After living with the enemy," I admitted, "I learned it wasn't so simple. I didn't discover that their cause was just, mind you. Only that most of them weren't evil. They were merely people. Following, by accident, someone who was evil.

This is it, kids. Time for the real party.