That’s the point, isn’t it? We have to live on, no matter how hard it gets. We’ll win in the end.
BRANDON SANDERSONI want you to go back into the barrack and tell the men to come out after the storm. Tell them to look up at me tied here. Tell them I’ll open my eyes and look back at them, and they’ll know hat I survived.
More Brandon Sanderson Quotes
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It’s like a banana farm for guns!
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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.
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It’s all right Wayne,” Waxillium said softly. “I’ve made a promise. I told Lord Harms I’d return Steris to him. And I will. That is that.” “Then I will remain and help,” Marasi said. “That is that.” “And I could really use some food,” Wayne added. “Fat is fat.
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Anyway, if there’s a lesson to be learned, it’s this: great success often depends on being able to distinguish between the impossible and the improbable. Or, in easier terms, distinguishing between Popsicles and insanity. Any questions?
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Think of the possibilities–if the ash were red, the rivers would run like blood. Black is so monotonous that you can forget about it, but red–you’d always be thinking, ‘Why, look at that. That hill is red. That evil force of doom trying to destroy me certainly has style.
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Though most expect young men to be fools, I’ve noticed that just a little bit of age can make a man far more foolish than he was as a child.
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Not all librarians are evil cultists. Some librarians are instead vengeful undead who want to suck your soul.
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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.
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Finally, you found yourself in the wrong city, wondering why the signs on the roadway hadn’t led you better.
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Honestly, for an evil god of darkness, he certainly can be dull.
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That’s kind of what trust is, isn’t it? A willful self-delusion.
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Kelsier leaned forward again. ‘But, you weren’t born an aristocrat. You’re not noble, Vin. You don’t have to play by their rules–and that makes you even more powerful.
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Those seemed to become figures, crafted by the bones and branches stretching from the heaps on the ground. Bodies and souls. His movement made the shadows twist, as if turning to regard him.
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Remember that your job as a practicing writer is to remember it’s never going to be perfect on your first pass.
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Well, then,” he said. “Let’s do it.” “What?” Vin asked. “Save the world.” Elend said. “Stop the ash.
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