Do not dash if you only have the strength to walk, and do not waste your time pushing on the walls that will not give. More importantly, don’t shove where a pat would be sufficient.
Yet she was beginning to think that she– along with others– had taken this belief too far, letting her desire to seem humble become a form of pride itself. She now saw that when her faith had become about clothing instead of people, it had taken a wrong turn.
I killed you once”, the Lord Ruler said, turning back to Kelsier. “You tried”, Kelsier replied, his voice loud and firm, carrying across the square. “But you can’t kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that thing you’ve never been able to kill no matter how hard you try. I am hope.
They tried boiling books, but that didn’t work very well.” “I’m surprised they haven’t tried boiling one another.” “Oh, it’s been tried,” Galladon said. “Fortunately. something happens to us during the Shaod-apparently the flesh of a dead man doesn’t taste too good. Kolo?
The door slammed open. Vivenna jumped, putting a hand to her chest. Vasher walked in. ‘Start reaching for that sword when you’re startled,’ he said. ‘There’s little reason to grab your shirt, unless you’re planning to rip it off.
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.
What did you put in the fire?” Kaladin said. “To make that special smoke?” “Nothing. It was just and ordinary fire.” “But, I saw-” “What you saw belongs to you.
It’s actually a rather romantic and dramatic story — one I would eagerly tell you, except for the fact that I recently forgot it, based on it being far too long and having not enough decapitations.
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.
There was rarely an obvious branching point in a person’s life. People changed slowly, over time. You didn’t take on step, then find yourself in a completely new location.
[Omin] …All things must progress, and progression is not always a steady incline. Sometimes we must fall, sometimes we will rise – some must be hurt while others have fortune, for that is the only way we can learn to rely on one another.