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“It will,” Wit said, “but then it will get better. Then it will get worse again. Then better. This is life, and I will not lie by saying every day will be sunshine. But there will be sunshine again, and that is a very different thing to say. That is truth. I promise you, Kaladin: You will be warm again.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Rhythm of War

“Our weakness doesn’t make us weak. Our weakness makes us strong. For we had to carry it all these years.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Rhythm of War

“Con todos los diputados en el suelo, en efecto, acojonados y agazapados como conejos —no siempre Iberia parió leones— excepto el dirigente comunista Santiago Carrillo (lo iban a fusilar seguro, y se fumó un pitillo sin molestarse en agachar la cabeza), el presidente Adolfo Suárez y el teniente general Gutiérrez Mellado, que le echaron unos huevos enormes enfrentándose a los golpistas (Tejero cometió la vileza de querer zancadillear al viejo general, sin conseguirlo), todo estuvo en el alero hasta que el rey Juan Carlos, sus asesores y los altos mandos del Ejército detuvieron el golpe, manteniendo la disciplina militar.”
― Arturo Pérez-Reverte, Una historia de España

“Why do we fight, Kal? Why do we keep going?” “I don’t know,” Kaladin whispered. “I’ve forgotten.” “It’s so we can be with each other.” “They all die, Tien. Everyone dies.” “So they do, don’t they?” “That means it doesn’t matter,” Kaladin said. “None of it matters.” “See, that’s the wrong way of looking at it.” Tien held him tighter. “Since we all go to the same place in the end, the moments we spent with each other are the only things that do matter. The times we helped each other.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Rhythm of War