Can somebody give me the quote of the intent/visuals of Honor and Cultivation

[Sythrin]

In some books we get glimpses of the Shards when a character interacts them and it is explained partially what they represent.
Like when Dalinar saw Odium for the first time, it was described a 1000 kisses, or undying hate burning like the sun.

Preservation was descriped as the endless unchanging depths of the ocean, untouched by light and life.
Ruin was described as the destruction of nothing and the withering of wind along stones and make it crumble.

Did we get such describtionb of Honor and Cultivation in Wind and Truth?

And do you have any theories what you would see if you looked at another shard? 

My guess for Autonomy, is that it is like a silent forest, where a broken twig penetrates the silence. It is not big but dominant.

[Treamayne]

3 hours ago, Sythrin said:

In some books we get glimpses of the Shards when a character interacts them and it is explained partially what they represent.

Preservation - M:SH 2-1:

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There was an infinity beyond those eyes, a complement to the one trapped here in this Well. Fuzz was the infinity of a note held perfectly, never wavering. The majesty of a painting, frozen and still, capturing a slice of life from a time gone by. It was the power of many, many moments compressed somehow into one.

Fuzz stopped before him and his cheeks unraveled fully, revealing a skeleton beneath that was also unraveling, eyes glowing with eternity. This creature was a divinity; he was just a broken one.

Ruin - M:SH 2-1:

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In that other place, he found destruction.

Decay. Not blackness, for blackness was too complete, too whole to represent this thing he sensed in the Beyond. It was a vast force that would gleefully take something as simple as darkness, then rip it apart.

This force was time infinite. It was the winds that weathered, the storms that broke, the timeless waves running slowly, slowly, slowly to a stop as the sun and the planet cooled to nothing.

It was the ultimate end and destiny of all things. And it was angry.

Preservation and Ruin from POV - M:SH 6-4:

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Kelsier found himself confronted by the opposing god, their forms extending into eternity—one the icy coolness of life frozen, unmoving. The other the scribbling, crumbling, violent blackness of decay. Kelsier grinned as he felt utter and complete shock from Ruin.

Odium OB Ch 57:

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“You’ve seen me, have you? Curious.”

Odium smiled again.

Then everything went white. Dalinar found himself standing on a speck of nothingness that was the entire world, looking up at an eternal, all-embracing flame. It stretched in every direction, starting as red, moving to orange, then changing to blazing white.

Then somehow, the flames seemed to burn into a deep blackness, violet and angry.

This was something so terrible that it consumed light itself. It was hot. A radiance indescribable, intense heat and black fire, colored violet at the outside.

Burning.

Overwhelming.

Power.

It was the scream of a thousand warriors on the battlefield.

It was the moment of most sensual touch and ecstasy.

It was the sorrow of loss, the joy of victory.

And it was hatred. Deep, pulsing hatred with a pressure to turn all things molten. It was the heat of a thousand suns, it was the bliss of every kiss, it was the lives of all men wrapped up in one, defined by everything they felt.

Even taking in the smallest fraction of it terrified Dalinar. It left him tiny and frail. He knew if he drank of that raw, concentrated, liquid black fire, he’d be nothing in a moment. The entire planet of Roshar would puff away, no more consequential than the curling smoke of a snuffed-out candle.

Cutivation - OB Ch 114:

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This new voice startled them both. If the Nightwatcher’s voice was like whispering wind, this one was like tumbling stones. The Nightwatcher backed away from him in a sharp motion.

Hesitant, Dalinar turned and found a woman with brown skin—the color of darkwood bark—standing at the edge of the clearing. She had a matronly build and wore a sweeping brown dress.

<snip>

Moving through the underbrush seemed easier now, though the vines and branches pulled toward the strange woman. Her dress seemed to meld with it all, the brown cloth becoming bark or grass.

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This woman … she was more than he could see. Vines from her dress curled into the earth, permeating everything. In that moment he knew that he was not seeing her, but instead a fragment with which he could interact.

This woman extended into eternity.

Honor - does not seem to have a single experience showing the same type of description. Fragments are spread out, and many are from the SR (rather than glimpsing the SR from the Physical or Cognitive)

Spoiler

Ch 99:

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Odium sighed. “You aren’t performing only for me, Dalinar. Honor’s power watches, and you just showed it something.”

“That even I can change?”

“That men don’t deserve Honor, for they disobey orders.”

“I’m saving lives!”

“Traitors. What does the power of oaths care for lives, Dalinar? You, in all your self-righteous posturing, just broke your oath of commission to do as the king orders. Your job was to quell the rebellion in this city. Burning this place down, to make a statement—that was the right choice. I wanted you to see that.”

Ch 100:

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ROSHAR HAD BEEN GROWN ENTIRELY FROM EQUATIONS, AS A GRAND TESTAMENT TO THE DIVINE NATURE OF MATHEMATICS—A CELEBRATION OF THE INTIMATE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN SONG, NUMBERS, AND ART.

THERE WAS HONOR IN THIS.

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ROSHAR HAD PEOPLE. A CURIOUS VARIETY WHO COULD HEAR THE SONGS OF THE GODS. THEIR ORDERLINESS SANG TO MY SOUL, AND TO THE POWER I NOW HELD.

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“YOU,” I WHISPERED, “SHOULD NOT HAVE COME.”

“WE AGREED THAT I WOULD,” KOR REPLIED.

“I’M GLAD THAT YOU DID. BUT YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE. THE OTHER GODS INSISTED THAT…”

I COULD NOT SAY THE WORDS, FOR DOING SO MIGHT SEND HER AWAY. BUT THE POWER. THE POWER REBELLED AGAINST ME. I SENSED IT TWISTING AND CONTORTING, LIKE A … LIKE A TEMPEST. ANGRY.

I AM GOD, I THOUGHT TO IT. YOU OBEY ME.

IT WRITHED. HOW COULD I BREAK MY WORD? YET I WAS IN COMMAND, NOT IT. I COULD DECIDE WHAT PROMISE WAS WORTH KEEPING, AND WHAT WAS WORTH DISCARDING.

KOR WAS HERE. THIS WAS RIGHT.

THE POWER SIMMERED. WELL, IT WOULD LEARN.

Ch 139:

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The power didn’t care about Dalinar’s willingness to serve. Why not?

It is the power of Honor and oaths, Dalinar thought. Not of self-improvement. It doesn’t care if I’ve grown. It cares if I will keep my word.

Ch 141:

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If the man who burned cities could be redeemed, then who could not?

That was honor. The power couldn’t see it, and that still troubled Dalinar, but he could.

 

 

Note: Will update with Honor as I finish searching 

 

Edited July 6, 2025 by Treamayne
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