Hayley Ross

“Women?” Elend asked. “Women are like … thunderstorms. They’re beautiful to look at, and sometimes they’re nice to listen to—but most of the time they’re downright inconvenient.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Mistborn: The Final Empire

“This is a man who cares, she thought. A man like Kelsier, or like Dockson. A good man. Why can’t they see that? Finally Elend sighed, standing and pulling over a chair for himself. He sat down, elbow resting against the railing, running his hand through his messy hair. “Well,” he noted, “you probably aren’t the first lady I’ve made cry at a ball, but you are the first one I’ve made cry that I sincerely care about. My gentlemanly prowess has reached new depths.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Mistborn: The Final Empire

“Belief isn’t simply a thing for fair times and bright days, I think. What is belief—what is faith—if you don’t continue in it after failure?” Vin frowned. “Anyone can believe in someone, or something, that always succeeds, mistress. But failure … now, that is hard to believe in,”
― Brandon Sanderson, Mistborn: The Final Empire

“He looked down, then he walked over and crouched before her, holding out a cloak. “There are some things you can’t hide from, Vin. I know—I’ve tried.” She accepted the cloak, then wrapped it around her shoulders. “What happened tonight?” he asked. “What really happened?” “Elend told me that he didn’t want to be with me anymore.” “Ah,” Kelsier said, moving over to sit beside her. “Was this before or after you killed his former fiancée?” “Before,” Vin said.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Mistborn: The Final Empire