Brandon Sanderson Quotes

She felt like drawing this scene, but knew it was the type of moment she couldn’t capture on a page. It wasn’t about content or composition, but the pleasure of living.
The trick to happiness wasn’t in freezing every momentary pleasure and clinging to each one, but in ensuring one’s life would produce many future moments to anticipate.

Too few people listened to anything other than their own thoughts.

We just need to be more optimistic.

The best indication of what human beings will do is not what they think, but what the record says similar groups have done in the past.

It wasn’t a lie. It was a different truth.

These are the men…well, these are the men who actually change the world. And they terrify me. For men never see as far as they think they do.

But you should try to understand what they want out of life, and respect that, rather than projecting onto them what you think they should want out of life.

Art was about creation. That was its soul, its essence. Creation and order. You took something disorganized—a splash of ink, an empty page—and you built something from it. Something from nothing. The soul of creation.

“I have to protect him,” Kaladin whispered.
Why?
“If I protect …” He coughed. “If I protect…only the people I like, it means that I don’t care about doing what is right.” If he did that, he only cared about what was convenient for himself.
That wasn’t protecting. That was selfishness.

If we had to rely on what we knew, kings would only be of use in creating laws regarding the proper heating of tea and cushioning of thrones.

'The question,' she replied, 'is not whether you will love, hurt, dream, and die. It is what' you will love, why you will hurt, when you will dream, and "how you will die. This is your choice. You cannot pick the destination, only the path.'

I haven't faith in people any longer, old friend

Embarrassment was worth escaping suspicion.

He needed more than vague explanations and abstract ideas—but those were the very soul of art. If you could explain something perfectly, then you’d never need art. That was the difference between a table and a beautiful woodcutting. You could explain the table: its purpose, its shape, its nature. The woodcutting you simply had to experience.

Adeline placed the glyphward in the brazier, then bowed his head as it burned. A prayer to the Almighty for aid. His combatants for the day would probably be burning their own prayers. How did the Almighty decide whom to help?