# The Way Of Shadows

- Author: [Brent Weeks](https://www.leafyquotes.com/brent-weeks.md)
- Quotes: 19
- Book page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/brent-weeks/the-way-of-shadows

## Quotes

> Kylar woke two hours before dawn and briefly wondered if death would be too high a price to pay for a full night’s sleep.

p. 282

> “That pain you feel,” Master Blint said almost gently, “is the pain of abandoning a delusion. The delusion is meaning, Kylar. There is no higher purpose. There are no gods. No arbiters of right and wrong. I don’t ask you to like reality. I only ask you to be strong enough to face it. There is nothing beyond this.

p. 201

> Its limbs were loose, graceless, lying in an uncomfortable position. Unmoving. Just like any corpse. In life, every man was unique. In death every man was meat.

p. 570

> “Here I thought they were invincible.”
>
> “They’re immortal. It’s not the same thing.”

p. 451

> You’re either being terrifically subtle or making no sense at all.

p. 100

> 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?

p. 277

> So he wasn’t dead. That was probably supposed to be a good thing.

p. 171

> Agon wondered what god Cenaria had offended to deserve such a king.

p. 158

> “I used to believe a lot of things. That doesn’t make them true,” Durzo said.

p. 524

> Cruelty walked the Warrens holding hands with poverty and rage.

p. 30

> It may be beyond your comprehension, but I can hold power without using it.

p. 130

> Like many who have no reason for pride, that very lack of reason for it made me the prouder. But certain realities have a way of making themselves felt, and debt is one of them.

p. 400

> It wouldn’t be the first time his sharp tongue had cut his own throat.

p. 64

> A solicitor is a man who does worse things within the law than most crooks do outside it.

p. 99

> See, you get caught up in the past and you become useless to the present.

p. 144

> “What do you want? Why am I here?” Rat asked.
>
> “Ah, petulance and philosophy all bound up in one.”

p. 52

> You aren’t making art, you’re making corpses. Dead is dead.

p. 92

> They’re schemers, so they see schemes.

p. 325

> Hope is the lies we tell ourselves about the future.

p. 128