A man falling off a cliff to certain death will stretch out a hand even to his worst enemy.
The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.
Rand had changed a number of laws in Tear, especially those that weighed heavily on the poor, but he had been unable to change everything. He had not even known how to begin. Lews Therin began to maun...
Whether the bear beats the wolf or the wolf beats the bear, the rabbit always loses.
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...
Change what you can if it needschanging, but learn to live with what you can’t change.
Two hands. One to destroy, the other to save. Which had he lost?
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.
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...
It's not evil, Rand. I know something evil when I smell it. This isn't evil, it's just incredibly stupid.
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.
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
Those intricate curves and patterns your people create are beyond human eyes and hands to make. Perhaps we wished to avoid a poor imitation that would only have been an ever-present reminder to us of...
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.
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.
Often you don't know whether a woman is friend, enemy or lover until it is too late. Sometimes, she is all three.
Only a battle lost is sadder than a battle won.
The Light shine on you, and the Creator shelter you. The last embrace of the mother welcome you home.
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