Vind Vargasong

“One book I own speaks of wind and rivers and ice sculpting the world in the misty long ago, but that sounds like a story for children, and a dull one at that. Better to talk of wind demons, river gods, and ice giants out of Jotenheim. It’s a more interesting tale and just as likely.”
― Mark Lawrence, King of Thorns

“In Cintra, as she remembered, an attractive man was one whose head reached the ceiling, whose shoulders were as broad as a doorway, who swore like a dwarf, roared like a buffalo and stank at thirty paces of horses, sweat and beer, regardless of what time of day or night it was. Men who did not correspond to this description were not recognised by Queen Calanthe’s chambermaids as worthy of sighs and gossip.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Blood of Elves

“Kvothe nodded. “Teccam said the same thing: No man is brave that has
never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are,
walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the
great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of
road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet
introspection”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“Sorrow and loss never die. We can put them away in a chest and lock it tight, but whenever it is opened, even a crack, the aroma of lost sweetness will rise to fill our lungs to heaviness.”
― Robin Hobb, Fool's Quest