Quotes from Brandon Sanderson

Still, she soon began digging into her sundae again. "Chocolate," she said, "is the greatest invention of all time.

As for being young," I said, kneeling down, "yeah, I'm aware. Doesn't mean I haven't figured out a few things.

Larsta love oath is binding. They knew no form of divorce in their culture.

when men perceive the world as being right, we are content. But if we see a hole -a deficiency - we scramble to fill it.

O trabalho que fazemos - Prof disse - Não é viver. Nosso trabalho é matar. Nós deixamos pessoas comuns viverem a própria vida, encontrarem alegria nela, aproveitarem o nascer do sol e as nevadas. Nosso trabalho é permitir a elas que façam isso.

And you will never find a murderess more intoxicating, more entrancing, than the sea.

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.

Your father never fit in here either. He never fit in anywhere. It's part of what I like about him." Troubled

He's like a rash. The more you scratch him, the more irritating he gets.

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

Sangre. El hedor de los cuerpos ardiendo. Al final, la derrota y la victoria tenían el mismo olor. Pero sonaban distinto.

These people seek to control the knowledge so that they can profit from it. Profit from the apocalypse itself.

J'imagine qu'elle ne vous a pas interdit de laisser entrer d'écureuils dans le batiment ? - D'écureuils, Votre Eminence ? demanda la femme. - Excellent dit Chanteflamme

A man doesn't have to like his duty. He just has to do it.

Todas las cosas existen en tres reinos, Gaotona. Físico, cognitivo y espiritual. El físico es lo que sentimos, lo que tenemos delante. El cognitivo es cómo vemos un objeto y cómo ese objeto se ve a sí mismo. El reino espiritual contiene el alma del objeto, su esencia, además de las formas en que está conectado a las cosas y personas que lo rodean.

They got these pancakes here," she said, "with things cooked into them. Supposed to be super tasty, and they eat them during the Weeping. Ten varieties. I'm gonna steal one of each." "You came all this way, leaving behind luxury, to eat some pancakes." "Really awesome pancakes." "Despite the fact that a deific Shardbearer is here-a man who went to great lengths to try to execute you.

You can't control everything. But if you can control how people regard you, then you can find a place in this mess.

Demasiados eruditos piensan que la investigación es solo una búsqueda cerebral. Si no hacemos nada con el conocimiento que obtenemos, entonces hemos desperdiciado nuestros estudios. Los libros pueden almacenar información mejor que nosotros..., lo que nosotros hacemos, y los libros no pueden, es interpretar. Así que si no se van a extraer conclusiones, bien puedes dejar la información en los textos. -Jasnah Kholin-

Listening to this speech, he was half inclined to string himself up, which was really disturbing, since he was generally suicidal only in the mornings.

Belief isn't simply a thing for fair times and bright days, I think. What is belief—what is faith—if you don't continue in it after failure?" Vin frowned. "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.

Not that he was a fool. No, the book was full of insight. Disturbing insight. The Lord Mistborn advocated gathering the Metalborn who were elderly or terminally ill, then asking them to sacrifice themselves to make these Ã¢â'¬Â¦ spikes, which could in turn be used to create individuals of great power.

Defiant to the end. For all the good it had done

Thirty-four years old. That seemed ancient in some regards

Captain," said one of the guardsmen. "I was here when it happened, watching him on the balcony. It fell right out. Barely a sound. I was standing here, looking out at the Plains and thinking to myself, and next I knew His Majesty was hanging right there, holding on for his life and cursing like a caravan worker." The guard blushed. "Sir.