Those candle flames were like the lives of men. So fragile. So deadly. Left alone, they lit and warmed. Let run rampant, they would destroy the very things they were meant to illuminate. Embryonic bonfires, each bearing a seed of destruction so potent it could tumble cities and dash kings to their knees.

This is life, and I will not lie to you saying every day will be sunshine. But there will be sunshine again, and that's a very different thing to say. That is truth. I promise you, Kaladin: you will be warm again.

Men like you preach change, but I wonder. Is this a battle we can really fight?”“You’re fighting it already, Goodman Mennis. You’re just losing horribly.

Vin was coming to realize that her old goal in life - simply staying alive - was uninspired. There was so much more she could be doing.

Nobody will think I'm weird, and I won't get into trouble for fighting because my job will be fighting. They won't call me names, and everyone will love me.

The rest of the time, I don't do so much thinkin'. 'Cuz if I did, I'd go running back to where things is simple. You see?

To live was to be a fragment of the cosmere that was experiencing itself.

... you have to be very careful where you waste your energy. Some battles just aren’t worth fighting.

Act like you were important, act like you were angry, and people just wanted to get out of your way.