The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.
Almost everyone stopped when he did, but Enaila and Jalani exchanged glances and kept on right past him toward the garden. He raised his voice a fraction and hardened it considerably more. The Maidens...
A man falling off a cliff to certain death will stretch out a hand even to his worst enemy.
Change what you can if it needschanging, but learn to live with what you can’t change.
Whether the bear beats the wolf or the wolf beats the bear, the rabbit always loses.
As the Wheel of Time turns, places wear many names. Men wear many names, many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. Yet no one knows the Great Pattern the Wheel weaves, or even the Pattern...
The seals that hold back night shall weaken, and in the heart of winter shall winter's heart be born amid the wailing of lamentations and the gnashing of teeth, for winter's heart shall ride a black h...
Two hands. One to destroy, the other to save. Which had he lost?
It's not evil, Rand. I know something evil when I smell it. This isn't evil, it's just incredibly stupid.
Anyone who claimed that old age had brought them patience was either lying or senile.
Sometimes six and six make a dozen, and sometimes they make a mess
She was a soldier, a warrior in her way as much as I. This could have happened two hundred times these past twenty years. She knew it, and so did I. It was a good day to die.
I will hate the man you choose because he is not me, and love him if he makes you smile. No woman deserves the sure knowledge of widow’s black as her brideprice, you least of all.
I always say, if you must mount the gallows, give a jest to the crowd, a coin to the hangman, and make the drop with a smile on your lips.
I'm not a clever man, but I'm willing to listen to people who are, and I think you are. Just don't try poking me in the direction you want me to go. I don't like that Master Balwer.
Blood and bloody ashes. Even dead women treated him the way Nynaeve did. Where did they learn it? Were there secret lessons?
The sweetness of victory and the bitterness of defeat are alike a knife of dreams.-From Fog and Steel by Madoc Comadrin
The end is near, Moridin said. The Wheel has groaned its final rotation, the clock has lost its spring, the serpent heaves its final gasps.
Run when you have to, fight when you must, rest when you can.
Only a battle lost is sadder than a battle won.