Quotes About Character

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.

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

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.

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.

I thought I knew you," she snapped. "I thought you were a good man, down deep" Cett shook his head. "The good men are all dead, Allrianne. They died inside that city.

If you want to know a man, dig in his firepit...Basically, it meant that you could judge a lot about a man's life by what he thew away - or by what he was willing to burn in order to stay warm.

Besides, you scowl at everyone like an old man anyway. You'll be a great fit." Kaladin glowered at her. "Perfect! Keep it up!

You ... are a good man. A truly good man.' 'Good men don't become legends,' he said quietly. 'Good men don't need to become legends.' She opened her eyes, looking up at him. 'They just do what's right anyway.

That was why he'd come back. It was about Tien, it was about Dalinar, and it was about what was right—but most of all, it was about protecting people. This was the man he wanted to be.

Identify yourselves. You on the left, who are you?" "My name is Gagaril," the man said. "I'm sorry," Lightsong said. The man flushed. "I was named after my father, Your Grace." "After he what? Spent an unusual amount of time at the local tavern?

I know. I'm sorry." Adolin grimaced. "I'm not explaining it well. I just … I don't think Shallan is as weak as you say. Weakness doesn't make someone weak, you see. It's the opposite.

Besides, it was beneficial to have a reputation for honesty, if only so that one could lie at crucial moments.

Navani Kholin was not some timid, perfect ideal. She was a sour storm of a woman, set in her ways, stubborn as a boulder rolling down a mountain, and increasingly impatient with things she considered foolish. He loved her the most for that.

You're an excellent judge of character, Sarene—except your own. Often our own opinions of ourselves are the most unrealistic.

Sazed?" she asked, peeking back out into the hallway. The steward paused, turning back. "Yes, Mistress Vin?" "Kelsier," Vin said quietly. "He's a good man, isn't he?" Sazed smiled. "A very good man, Mistress. One of the best I've known." Vin nodded slightly. "A good man..." she said softly. "I don't think I've ever known one of those before.

Good men can make terrible kings," Tindwyl noted. "But bad men cannot make good kings

Most of you Mistborn are probably too proud to crawl. I'm surprised you were willing to do so yourself." "Too proud to crawl?" Kelsier said. "Nosense! Why, I'd say that we Mistborn are too proud not to be humble enough to go crawling about--in a dignified manner, of course." Dockson frowned, approaching the desk. "Kell, that didn't make any sense." "We Mistborn need not make sense.

You are inexperienced. So was I, once. So is every man. The measure of a person is not how much they have lived. It is not how easily they jump at a noise or how quick they are to show emotion. It's in how they make use of what life has shown them.

When you read a book, it's like you're becoming an actor, taking on the roles of a dozen different people, coming to know and love them like you know yourself. It's one of the best ways to experience another life, to become something that you are not.

Good men don't become legends.

The finest defense of character is correct action. Acquaint yourself with virtue, and you can expect proper treatment from those around you.

A man's emotions are what define him, and control is the hallmark of true strength.

She hadn't spent as much time with Dockson as she had with Kelsier and Sazed—or even Ham and Breeze. He seemed like a kind man, however. Very stable, and very clever. While most of the others contributed some kind of Allomantic power to the crew, Dockson was valuable because of his simple ability to organize.

Las emociones de un hombre son lo que lo definen, y el control es la marca de la verdadera fuerza. Carecer de sentimiento es estar muerto, pero actuar al dictado de cada sentimiento es ser un niño.