Hello. I am Deepak Kundu, an avid book reader and quotes collector. As a hobby, I collect interesting quotes from the books that I read.
This post is a collection of 48 quotes from the book - The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson. I hope you find these quotes useful.
The Way of Kings Quotes
White to be bold. White to not blend into the night. White to give warning. For if you were going to assassinate a man, he was entitled to see you coming.
Expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack.
Words aren’t meant to be kept inside, you see. They are free creatures, and if locked away will unsettle the stomach.
Ignorance is hardly unusual. The longer I live, the more I come to realize that it is the natural state of the human mind. There are many who will strive to defend its sanctity and then expect you to be impressed with their efforts.
One cannot apply logic as an absolute where human beings are concerned. We are not beings of thought only.
Respect is like manure. Use it where needed, and growth will flourish. Spread it on too thick, and things just start to smell.
Merchants of the same type like to clump together. Seems dumb to me, but I guess merchants are like fish. Where you find one, you’ll find others.
Too many of us take great pains with what we ingest through our mouths, and far less with what we partake of through our ears and eyes.
The body needs many different foods to remain healthy. And the mind needs many different ideas to remain sharp.
Beards were like axehound pups. Boys dreamed of the day they’d get one, never realizing how annoying they could be.
I never find hunts as interesting as everyone says they’re going to be. I don’t care how big the beast is—in the end, it’s really just butchery.
Sometimes, the prize is not worth the costs. The means by which we achieve victory are as important as the victory itself.
Everything is a contest. All dealings among men are a contest in which some will succeed and others fail.
All the world does as it is supposed to, except for humans. Maybe that’s why you so often want to kill each other.
Men are unreliable in many things. But if there’s one thing you can count on, it’s their greed.
We remember the good times and the bad ones, forgetting that most times are neither good nor bad. They just are.
The purpose of youth is to experience variety while it is still interesting.
All wars are games. The greatest kind, with the pieces lost real lives, the prizes captured making for real wealth! This is the life for which men exist. To fight, to kill, to win.
A good officer was one who accepted orders and fulfilled them, even when he disagreed. But the mark of a great officer was that he also tried to innovate and offer appropriate suggestions.
A man’s emotions are what define him, and control is the hallmark of true strength. To lack feeling is to be dead, but to act on every feeling is to be a child.
Battle was no time for reflection; you had to keep your mind on what you were doing.
It’s good to care when you fight, so long as you don’t let it consume you. Don’t try to stop yourself from feeling. You’ll hate who you become.
A merchant who is careless with contracts is one who finds himself with enemies instead of friends.
Never apologize for being clever. It sets a bad precedent. However, one must apply one’s wit with care.
Please, just remember that a woman’s mind is her most precious weapon. It must not be employed clumsily or prematurely.
To be young is about action. To be a scholar is about informed action.
Books can store information better than we can—what we do that books cannot is interpret. So if one is not going to draw conclusions, then one might as well just leave the information in the texts.
I always forgive curiosity. It strikes me as one of the most genuine of emotions.
A true scholar must not close her mind close on any topic, no matter how certain she may feel.
Logic puzzles are intriguing. Mathematical computations can be intriguing. Political maneuvers are intriguing. But women ... they should be nothing short of baffling.
Death comes to all. But life comes first. Cherish it. Death is the destination. But the journey, that is life. That is what matters.
Just because I honor the Almighty doesn’t mean I’m going to accept any explanation. It might be religion, but it still has to make sense.
This world, it is a tempest sometimes. But remember, the sun always rises again.
A lot of soldiers, they think that you fight the best if you’re passionless and cold. I think that’s stormleavings. Yes, you need to be focused. Yes, emotions are dangerous. But if you don’t care about anything, what are you? An animal, driven only to kill. Our passion is what makes us human. We have to fight for a reason. So I say that it’s all right to care.
Combat begins with the legs. I don’t care how fast you are with a jab, how accurate you are with a thrust. If your opponent can trip you, or make you stumble, you’ll lose. Losing means dying.
If you must fight a man, then you have already failed. Killing is, at best, a brutish way of solving problems.
If I should die, then I would do so having lived my life right. It is not the destination that matters, but how one arrives there.
Wrongness can be amusing. It keeps life interesting. If we were all right all the time, where would that leave us?
Sometimes fashion was silly. Bold, different. There was something invigorating about dressing in a way that interested others, moving with the waves of style.
We are not creatures of destinations. It is the journey that shapes us. Our callused feet, our backs strong from carrying the weight of our travels, our eyes open with the fresh delight of experiences lived.
What could be worse than being granted great power, yet still being too weak to save those he loved?
No man should try to know the future, nor lay claim to it, for it belonged only to the Almighty himself.
There is honor in loss. If that loss brings learning.
At times, it seems to me that to be human is to want that which we cannot have. For some, this is power. For me, it is peace.
Somebody has to start, son. Somebody has to step forward and do what is right, because it is right. If nobody starts, then others cannot follow.
Gotta do what you can to stay alive, son. Turn a liability into an advantage whenever you can. Remember that, if you live.
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.
It strikes me that religion—in its essence—seeks to take natural events and ascribe supernatural causes to them. I, however, seek to take supernatural events and find the natural meanings behind them. Perhaps that is the final dividing line between science and religion. Opposite sides of a card.