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“What’s happening to me? What am I?” “I don’t know. Does it matter?” “Shouldn’t it?” “I don’t know what I am either. A bridgeman? A surgeon? A soldier? A slave? Those are all just labels. Inside, I’m me. A very different me than I was a year ago, but I can’t worry about that, so I just keep moving and hope my feet take me where I need to go.”#TheStormlightArchive #quotes
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Kaladin hoped for something else. Hoped. Yes, he’d discovered that he could still hope. A spear in his hands. An enemy to face. He could live like that.
So be it. Cutting down trees, building bridges, fighting in the army. None of it mattered. He would just keep living.
I can’t keep going like this, he thought. I’m dead inside, as sure as if I’d taken a spear through the neck. The storm continued its tirade. And for the first time in a year, Kaladin found himself crying.#TheStormlightArchive #quotes
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خوب در اومد
حدودا ۵۰ دقیقه شد.
حافظهم پر شد و اتاقم هم داشت میرفت رو به تاریکی وگرنه بیشتر روش میموندم.
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