Top 250 Brent Weeks Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “Climbing out will be tougher than it would be to tell yourself what a noble martyr you are and live half a life, cuddled up with your misery. But you’re making a choice, like it or not. This isn’t happening to you.”

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

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204. “As if something in the human heart longs for chaos and finality, however violent.”

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205. “They were mirrors to each other. Gwinvere Kirena would have been perfect for him – if he could love what he saw in the mirror.”

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

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207. “The Blackguards themselves would fight with whatever was at hand: blades, magic, a goblet of wine, or a faceful of sand.”

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208. “For a long time I cursed every new dawn for the beauty I recalled but could no longer see. Instead, I should’ve blessed every dawn for the beauty it granted everyone else.”

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209. “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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210. “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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211. “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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212. “War is cause, all else is effect.”

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213. “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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214. “A young woman with fiery hair stood on a hill dominated by an oak, the smoking ruins of an estate to her left. To her right was an abyss. Tiny flecks of blue and green touched her gray eyes. Tears stood on each cheek, but her jaw was set, eyes fixed on some point in the distance.”

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215. “Dying makes me grumpy, sir.”

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216. “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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217. “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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218. “We’re victims of our own refined tastes.”

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

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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. “It’s what evil does: it promises an easy way out of one problem at the cost of causing worse ones.”

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222. “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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223. “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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224. “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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225. “Is it better that the guilty should perish, or that the innocent should live?”

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226. “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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227. “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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228. “Beyond that, I learned about visual adaptation – what a picture can say, and what it can’t. A picture’s worth a thousand words, but its vocabulary is limited. A picture’s no sesquipedalian.”

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229. “People, Liv thought. So strange.”

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230. “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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231. “You may have won, Cenaria was saying, but your victory is no triumph. You can force me from my home, but you will not live in it. I will leave you nothing but scorched earth.”

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232. “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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233. “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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234. “Confusing the image of a thing with the thing itself is the root of all sorts of trouble.”

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

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236. “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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237. “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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238. “But the more power you have, the harder it is to recognize what’s beyond your power.”

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239. “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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240. “I’m the sacrifice everyone is willing to make.”

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

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242. “Now. My bet. I can’t tell you what it was, but I can tell you who it was on. I bet everything on Gavin. I bet the world on him, and I may not live long enough to find out who wins.”

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243. “In the face of life’s black mysteries, answers feel barren. All I know is that I can only choose my attitude. The mysteries aren’t thereby untangled, but when I choose gratitude, I see life flower.”

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244. “I don’t want to kill someone,” Karris said quietly, not meeting his gaze. “Oh, you had that look in your eye – ” She looked up and smiled sweetly. “Not someone. I want to kill you.”

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

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246. “I’m just a wetboy. ” “No, Kylar. I don’t know what you are, but you’re not just anything.”

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

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

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

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

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