The Well of Ascension

Love must be allowed to flow both ways—if it is not, then it is not truly love, I think. It is something else. Infatuation, perhaps? Either way, there are some of us who are far too quick to make martyrs of ourselves.

"I don't think I'd like what that would do to you."

Then, what does? What do you think makes a man a good king, Tindwyl of Terris?"

There are two ways to stay safe, Reen's voice whispered to her. Either be so quiet and harmless that people ignore you, or be so dangerous that they're terrified of you.

A man was defined not by his flaws, but by how he overcame them.

As king, everything that happens in your kingdom—regardless of who commits the act—is your fault. You are even responsible for unavoidable events such as earthquakes or storms."

She saw Elend weeping. She saw him focusing on her, and she knew what he wanted. He wanted his people to live. He wanted the world to know peace, and the skaa to be free

Vin sighed, suddenly looking terribly weak. "Sleeping," she said, and dropped her sword

"But, where will you be?" Penrod asked, looking up

Very well, then. I swear myself to Elend Venture. He's welcome to my kingdom. . .assuming he can take it back from that damn obligator who now controls it."