Top 250 Brent Weeks Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “Dying makes me grumpy, sir.”

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202. “We are all of us frauds. We are all of us frauds, and we are all of us doing the best we can to hold up a tower of illusions and ill-placed hopes.”

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203. “He had the handsome intensity of madmen and prophets. He talked to himself. He talked to the sea.”

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204. “She’d hated him for his weakness, but the young find it too easy to hate the weak.”

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205. “If an institution presents itself as uniquely moral but is secretly monstrous, isn’t that proof that its very ideas are corrupt and corrupting, rather than that only some few of its practitioners are corrupt?”

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206. “Seriously. How embarrassing. To be taken in by another wetboy. Hmm. Or are you a wetgirl?” “Not the way you’re hoping.”

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207. “If an institution requires the monstrous in order to operate – requires, not commits incidentally, requires in an essential way – is it not therefore itself fundamentally monstrous?”

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208. “We keep secret what we fear makes us weak, not realizing in our fear that it is the keeping of secrets itself that weakens us.”

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209. “As long as I’m in your heart, I’ll never truly die.’ Ha! Please don’t keep me trapped in your heart after I die, girl. I get claustrophobic.”

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210. “These are the hammerfalls that shape a man. And he accepted the blows. So be it.”

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211. “It was there, and he knew it was there, knew it was more real than what his eyes could presently see.”

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212. “Guilt is a poor counselor. Guilt oft conspires to make two victims where there was only one.”

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213. “So for fifteen years she’d been hiding her love for a man who had been hiding his love for her. That meant she’d betrayed the man who loved her.”

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214. “You can kiss the bald spot where my fat thighs rub together.”

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215. “Have you ever wondered if you were the only real person in the world, and everything and everyone else was just your imagination?”

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216. “Kylar, in the crucible of tragedy, explanations fail. When you stand before a tragedy and tell yourself that there is no sense to it, doesn’t your heart break? I think that must be as hard for you as it is for me when I scream at God and demand to know why – and he says nothing. We will both survive this, Kylar. The difference is, on the other side I will have hope.”

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217. “His shirt tore, revealing a torso so white and flawless it could have been carved of living marble. He was larger than life, and more beautiful than any woman. It was more than simple beauty. It was raw presence, as if you magnified the melancholic yearning and pain of a perfect sunset a thousand times and stirred it with an animal lust to take and be taken and added glory like the true light of a summer day passing through a lens and.”

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218. “But there was a difference between a grand gesture and daily decency.”

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219. “God was gracious to me. He didn’t make me pay all that I owed, but maybe I had to be willing to pay the full price. That’s how repentance is different from regret.”

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220. “Where other nations pile coin and stare greedily at what others hold, we long for the treasure of time and spend it as others spend gold.”

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221. “The very pinnacle of fashion is to wear the hideous with great confidence. – Ironfist.”

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222. “How do you move too fast for fear to follow when you can’t move at all?”

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223. “Not all shame comes from wrong doing and not all hiding comes from moral failure.”

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224. “Slavery. Nature made not slaves, nor should man.”

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225. “Do you want to know one of the deepest horrors of life? None of us is needed, not truly. It’s just nicer for those who love us if we’re there.”

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226. “The cosmetics, the clothes, the hair, the shaved and lotioned skin, the anointing oils, the posture, the dazzling bright colors and pleasing patterns: these were all the lampshades we settle over our light hoping to cast a hue and color others will find acceptable. We hope we’ll find it acceptable, too.”

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227. “He couldn’t love as he had loved before. Losing another woman he loved as much as he’d loved Qora would kill him, and it wasn’t fair to ask another woman to act as mother to his daughter if he wasn’t willing to love her with his whole heart. Corvan no longer had a whole heart to give.”

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228. “But Kip knew all about the slimy, steep-sided pit of self-pity. Sometimes, a hard kick in the ass can do what a soft word in the ear can’t.”

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229. “Because audacity is a young man’s sword.”

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230. “As they kissed, he could feel a tension loosening in him, a tension that had been knotted for so long he’d come to think of that pain as part of the pain of being alive. She.”

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231. “And last, thank you to you unshakably curious readers who still read acknowledgments though you aren’t looking for your name. What, the book wasn’t long enough for you? Go on, get outta here and go tell someone, “You gotta read this! No, really. C’mon, there’s a maa-aap.”

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232. “Like many who make their livelihood with their minds, she had an outsized pride in the few things her hands had crafted. It was perhaps the only things for which Ironfist could consider her a silly old lady.”

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233. “I’m trying to do what’s right, whether or not that measures up with what men call honorable. There’s a gap between those, you know?”

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234. “You were broken years ago and you healed hunched. And now you’re broken again and trying to heal even more hunched.”

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235. “There’s a reason theory and practice are two different words.”

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236. “But the more power you have, the harder it is to recognize what’s beyond your power.”

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237. “Yes,” Elene said, missing or deciding to miss the sarcasm. “Kylar thinks... Kylar fears that he’s a man born to be forever alone. He thinks the last couple of months has been him cheating fate. He’s not a man born to be alone, Vi, but some lies take a long time to heal.”

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238. “I don’t understand what?” she asked. Damn it. “You’re light to me.” It slipped out. He couldn’t believe he’d said it out loud. His eyes went wide even before hers did.”

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239. “War is cause, all else is effect.”

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240. “Take one deep breath through that poo pincher disfiguring your gob for a moment, won’tcha?”

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241. “Is it better that the guilty should perish, or that the innocent should live?”

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242. “Count Drake had told him that life was precious, that suicide was a coward’s way out, a sin against the God by flinging his gift back in his holy face.”

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243. “There is no hell but life, and death is worse.”

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244. “There’ll be another battle next month or next year, but we did what we had to, and we did it as well as we could,’ the first said. “ ‘There’ll be another battle next month or next year, so we didn’t really accomplish anything,’ the second replied. “Which one’s right, Cruxer?” Kip asked.”

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245. “Triumphant, with a cloak of fire and a crown of blood, Dazen the Black would return. He would bring down heaven and he would raze hell.”

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246. “Because you’re safe, Teia. He would never dream of actually breaking his Blackguard vows, and he knows you wouldn’t, either. So your rejections don’t hurt, or not as much. It’s fun to flirt with someone you find attractive anyway.”

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247. “Sometimes the wicked win a battle. Sometimes those who hear the call say no to it. Men have power. Our actions matter, even unto eternity.”

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248. “The scars were only proof of her love made visible in her flesh, like a mother’s stretch marks. Anyone who couldn’t see beauty in them was a fool.”

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249. “Confusing the image of a thing with the thing itself is the root of all sorts of trouble.”

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250. “In life, every man was unique. In death, every man was meat.”

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