Kaladin Way Quotes & Sayings

Perhaps I am an insensitive rich woman. That doesn't change the fact that you can be downright mean and offensive, Kaladin Stormblessed. — Brandon Sanderson

Amaram and Sadeas. Two men in Kaladin's life who would, at some point, need to pay for the things they'd done. — Brandon Sanderson

Storms, woman," [Kaladin] said. "I don't know what to make of you."
"Preferably not a corpse."
"I'm surprised someone hasn't already done that. — Brandon Sanderson

Some people - like a festering finger or a leg shattered beyond repair - just needed to be removed. — Brandon Sanderson

I'd rather walk these chasms with a compulsive murderer than you. At least then, when the conversation got tedious, I'd have an easy way out."
"And your feet stink," [Shallan] said. "See? Too early. I can't possibly be witty at this hour. So no arguments." She hesitated, then continued more softly. "Besides, no murderer would agree to accompany you. Everyone needs to have some standards, after all. — Brandon Sanderson

We actually killed the thing."
"Sad, I know," she said, feeling depressed. "It was beautiful."
"It would be more beautiful if it hadn't tried to eat me."
"From my perspective," Shallan noted, "it didn't try, it succeeded."
"Nonsense," Kaladin said. "It didn't manage to swallow me. Doesn't count. — Brandon Sanderson

Breath. A man's breath was his life. Exhaled, bit by bit, back into the world. Kaladin breathed deeply, eyes closed, and for a time that was all he could hear. His own life. In, out, to the beating of the thunder in his chest. Breath. His own little storm. — Brandon Sanderson

What does the story mean, then?" "It means what you want it to mean," Hoid said. "The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon. Too often, we forget that." Kaladin — Brandon Sanderson

The Stormlight rising from his exposed skin was enough to illuminate the chasm, and it cast shadows on the walls as he ran. Those seemed to become figures, crafted by the bones and branches stretching from the heaps on the ground. Bodies and souls. His movement made the shadows twist, as if turning to regard him. — Brandon Sanderson

Kaladin frowned. "Wait. Are you wearing cologne? In prison?"
"Well, there was no need to be barbaric, just because I was incarcerated."
"Storms, you're spoiled," Kaladin said, smiling.
"I'm refined, you insolent farmer," Adolin said. Then he grinned. "Besides, I'll have you know that I had to use cold water for my baths while here."
"Poor boy. — Brandon Sanderson

Honor is dead. But I'll see what I can do. — Brandon Sanderson

Passionate, with an intense, smoldering resolve. A leashed anger that he used, because he had dominated it. And a certain tempting arrogance. Not the haughty pride of a highlord. Instead, the secure, stable sense of determination that whispered that no matter who you were - or what you did - you could not hurt him. Could not change him. He was. Like the wind and rocks were. — Brandon Sanderson

Kaladin followed [Shallan]. What else could he do? Explain to Adolin? Yes, princeling. I let your betrothed wander off alone in the darkness to get eaten by a chasmfiend. No, I didn't go with her. Yes, I'm a coward. — Brandon Sanderson

When did you get so peppy?" she shouted.
"Ever since I assumed I was dead, then I suddenly wasn't."
"Then remind me to try to kill you once in a while," she snapped. "If I succeed, it will make me feel better, and if I fail, it will make you feel better. Everyone wins! — Brandon Sanderson

We exist to be killed," Kaladin said. He blinked, glancing at the other few members of Bridge Four sitting apathetically in the rain. "If we're not dead already. — Brandon Sanderson

Kaladin hoped for something else. Hoped. Yes, he'd discovered that he could still hope. A spear in his hands. An enemy to face. He could live like that. — Brandon Sanderson

Authority doesn't come from a rank.," Kaladin said, fingering the spheres in his pocket.
"Where does it come from?"
"From the men who give it to you. That's the only way to get it. — Brandon Sanderson

Are you going to play music for me?" "No. You wouldn't appreciate it." "Then why are you here?" "I like visiting people in prison. I can say whatever I want to them, and they can't do anything about it." He looked up at Kaladin, then rested his hands on his instrument, smiling. "I've come for a story." "What story?" "The one you're going to tell me." "Bah," Kaladin said, lying back down on his bench. — Brandon Sanderson

I trust you. It's a very strange sensation."
"Yeah, well, I'll try to hold myself back from going skipping across the plateau in joy."
Adolin grinned. "I'd pay to see that."
"Me skipping?"
"You happy," Adolin said, laughing. "You've got a face like a storm! I half think you could frighten off a storm. — Brandon Sanderson

Strikes made with precision, a moment of oneness with the weapon. He forgot his worries, forgot his failures, forgot even his rage. Just Kaladin and a spear.
As the world was meant to be. — Brandon Sanderson

Combat begins with the legs," Kaladin said as he evaded the attacks. "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. — Brandon Sanderson

The only time you seem honest is when you're insulting someone!"
"The only honest things I can say to you are insults. — Brandon Sanderson

Overcome your guilt, Kaladin. Care, but not too much. Take responsibility, but don't blame yourself.' Protect, save, help - but know when to give up. — Brandon Sanderson

Men had always told Kaladin that he fought like nobody else. He'd felt it on the first day he'd picked up a quarterstaff, though Tukks's advice had helped him refine and channel what he could do. Kaladin had cared when he fought. He'd never fought empty or cold. He fought to keep his men alive. — Brandon Sanderson

I will protect even those I hate," Kaladin whispered through bloody lips. "So long as it is right. — Brandon Sanderson

You haven't lost your wits, have you?" Lopen asked, eyeing the bones. "Because if you have, I've got a cousin who makes this drink for people who've lost their wits, and it might make you better, sure." "If I'd lost my wits," Kaladin said, walking over to a pool of still water to wash off the carapace helm, "would I say that I had?" "I don't know," Lopen said, leaning back. "Maybe. Guess it doesn't matter if you're crazy or not." "You'd follow a crazy man into battle?" "Sure," Lopen said. "If you're crazy, you're a good type, and I like you. Not a killing-people-in-their-sleep type of crazy. — Brandon Sanderson

There always seemed to be a reason Kaladin survived when those he'd tried to help died. Some men might have seen that as a blessing, but he saw it as an ironic kind of torment. — Brandon Sanderson

Fleet kept running," Kaladin growled, getting back under Elhokar's arm.
"What?"
"He couldn't win, but he kept running. And when the storm caught him, it didn't matter that he'd died, because he'd run for all he had."
"Sure. All right." The king sounded groggy, though Kaladin couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the blood loss.
"We all die in the end, you see," Kaladin said. "So I guess what truly matters is just how well you've run. And Elhokar, you've kept running since your father was killed, even if you screw up all the storming time."
"Thank you?" the king said, drowsy. — Brandon Sanderson

Your insult has offended me. If we were at the Peaks, we would have to duel in traditional alil'tiki'i fashion."
"Which is what?" Teft asked. "With spears?"
Rock laughed. "No, no. We upon the Peaks are not barbarians like you down here."
"How then?" Kaladin asked, genuinely curious.
"Well," Rock said, "is involving much mudbeer and singing."
"How's that a duel?"
"He who can still sing after the most drinks is winner. Plus, soon' everyone is so drunk that they forget what argument was about."
Teft laughed. "Beats knives at dawn, I suppose. — Brandon Sanderson

Kaladin was the one who had changed, not they. He felt a strange dislocation, as if he'd allowed himself to forget - if only in part - the last nine months. He reached back across time, studying the man he had been. The man who'd still fought, and fought well. He couldn't be that man again - he couldn't erase the scars - but he could learn from that man, as a new squadleader learned from the victorious generals of the past. Kaladin Stormblessed was dead, but Kaladin Bridgeman was of the same blood. A descendant with potential. — Brandon Sanderson

If the afterlife really is a big war," Kaladin said, "then I hope I end up in Damnation. At least there I might be able to get a wink or two of sleep. — Brandon Sanderson

Please," she whispered, sounding more frantic. "Don't leave me down in these chasms alone."
He smiled wryly. "Is it really this hard for you to let me win one single argument?"
"Yes! — Brandon Sanderson

Scared to go onward," Kaladin said, "but terrified to go back to what you were. — Brandon Sanderson

Laws are of men, Kaladin. Nature doesn't have them! — Brandon Sanderson