Top 250 Brent Weeks Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “You can kiss the bald spot where my fat thighs rub together.”

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202. “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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203. “Reptiles stand at the antipodes from this. They care nothing for what their sisters love or their fathers hate. They seek out company only when it’s time to mate. There are some few men and women like this, of course, the broken ones, those born soulless, who possess neither empathy nor plans, nor can even be taught to feel much beyond their immediate fear, hunger, or lust. But most of us aren’t like that at all.”

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204. “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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205. “She didn’t seek her heart’s desire instead of doing her duty; she made it her heart’s desire to seek her duty.”

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206. “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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207. “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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208. “Most people, aware of the number of difficulties already present in a thief’s life, were kind enough to use the same few hiding places.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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217. “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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218. “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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219. “Why does everyone else always guess round numbers? They’re not any more likely.”

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220. “This man,” Dorian said, poking Kylar’s chest, “and this one – ” he poked Kylar’s forehead – “are on their way to madness. Take it from one who knows.”

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221. “Lead-soled? You’re the one with heavy feet, you laggard son of a slattern mum – ” “Don’t you talk about our mum that way. If she’d been faithful to dad, you’d not be here.”

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222. “I was once the avatar of retribution. Now I just try to be polite.”

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

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224. “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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225. “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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226. “War is cause, all else is effect.”

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227. “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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228. “Dying makes me grumpy, sir.”

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229. “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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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. “We’re victims of our own refined tastes.”

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

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234. “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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235. “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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236. “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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237. “Is it better that the guilty should perish, or that the innocent should live?”

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238. “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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239. “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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240. “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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241. “People, Liv thought. So strange.”

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242. “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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243. “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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244. “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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245. “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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246. “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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247. “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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248. “Confusing the image of a thing with the thing itself is the root of all sorts of trouble.”

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

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