The Way of Kings

The bridgemen.
The bridgemen were fighting. Dalinar gaped, lowering Oathbringer with numb arms. That little force of bridgemen held the bridgehead, fighting desperately against the Parshendi who were trying to force them back.
It was the most amazing, most glorious thing Dalinar had ever seen.

pulled out a small crystalline sphere tied to a chain. “You must take this. They must not get it.” He seemed dazed. “Tell…tell my brother…he must find the most important words a man can say….”

king frowned. “Then who…? Restares? Sadeas? I never thought…”

can tell…Thaidakar…that he’s too late….”

We remember the good times and the bad ones, forgetting that most times are neither good nor bad. They just are.”

“So it’s not the beauty itself we admire. It’s not the force of intellect. It’s not invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent that we think a man can have?” He plucked one final string. “Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty.”

“Sometimes,” Taravangian said, “you must tear down a structure to build a new one with stronger walls.”

“Sometimes,” Taravangian said, “you must tear down a structure to build a new one with stronger walls.”

But weakness can imitate strength if bound properly, just as cowardice can imitate heroism if given nowhere to flee

Unite them…. The visions. But the man who spoke to Dalinar in them had been dead wrong. Acting with honor hadn’t won Sadeas’s loyalty. It had just opened Dalinar up to betrayal.