Almost ten years past now that Edeyn had watched him ride away from Fal Moran, and been gone when he returned, yet he still could recall her face more clearly than that of any woman who had shared his bed since. He was no longer a boy, to think that she loved him just because she had chosen to become his first lover, yet there was an old saying among Malkieri men. Your carneira wears part of your soul as a ribbon in her hair forever. Custom strong as law made it so.
What was the good of acting out fake stories? Why not go live a few stories of your own?
If you tried to solve every problem yourself, you ended by solving none.
They were the sort who berated a man for meddling and chased him away, then berated him again for not being there when he was needed. Not that they would admit he was needed, even then, not them. Raise a hand to help and you were interfering, do nothing and you were an un-trustworthy wastrel.
It was a simple truth; the Creator made women so men would not find life too easy.
Rand sent us away to search for an enemy,” he bellowed. “We return to him having found allies. Onward, to the Last Battle!” Only.
It looks a good plan to me. As good as any till the arrows start flying.
If you ever meet a Malkieri,” Noal said, “you tell him Jain Farstrider died clean.” “I will, Jain,” Mat said. “May the light hold you.” Noal.
When the fishmongers are all buying at the same price, you can bet they were all drinking at the same inn last night.
The Light save me from men who think with the hair on their chests.
It’s one of the things men are for, taking the blame. They usually deserve it, even if you don’t know exactly how.
What I love, I destroy, Lews Therin laughed. What I destroy, I love.
The grave is no bar to my call.
Men teach cats curiosity, but cats keep sense for themselves.
Just because fate has chosen something for you instead of you choosing it for yourself doesn’t mean it has to be bad. Even if it’s something you are sure you would never have chosen in a hundred years. ‘Better ten days of love than years of regretting,’ ” she quoted.
Sometimes, it was difficult to tell Nynaeve leading from Nynaeve bullying.
Someone had to record this. He couldn’t spend the entire time worrying about her. So, he searched his mind for the right words to describe what he was seeing. He set aside words like “epic” and “momentous.” They were nearly worn out with overuse.
Change came so slowly you never noticed it creeping up on you, or far too fast for comfort, but it came.
You can ask or demand anything of me, but never to let you die without trying to save you. The day you die, I die.
Tai’shar Manetheren,” he said softly. Nynaeve’s mouth fell open, then curled into a tremulous smile. Sudden tears glistened in her eyes as she spun to face him, her face joyous. He smiled back at her, and there was nothing cold in his eyes. Elayne.