An honorable man protects whoever needs protecting, but children above all, and women above men.
This was not the first time she had squeezed meanings from his words that he never knew were in them.
To marry the Daughter of the Nine Moons!” “To die and live again, and live once more a part of what was!” “To give up half the light of the world to save the world!
Greed nibbled every man, and strict “rules” could be bent if opportunity walked past and winked suggestively enough. Mat.
Weep for Manetheren. Weep for what is lost forever.
Do not let my expression dampen your good humor,” Talmanes said, tucking his pipe away. “Nor let it bother you that we are fighting at the end of the world, that our armies are grossly outnumbered, and that if we lose, our very souls will be destroyed by the Dark Lord of all evil.” “Sorry, my Lord.” “That was a joke.” Dennel blinked. “That?” “Yes.” “That was a joke.” “Yes.” “You have an interesting sense of humor, my Lord,” Dennel said.
And it was written that no hand but his should wield the Sword held in the Stone, but he did draw it out, like fire in his hand, and his glory did burn the world. Thus did it begin. Thus do we sing his Rebirth. Thus do we sing the beginning.
He’s not a total idiot. In fact, he has a good head on his shoulders. He thinks like a woman, most of the time.
Suddenly he grinned, but his grin was as dark as a scowl; his eyes sparkled merrily, laughing at the foot of the gallows.
More than once Nynaeve had been shocked at her own cruelty, even while she was delighted at her inventiveness.
Mashiara. Beloved of heart and soul, it meant, but a love lost, too. Lost beyond regaining.
Who knows a woman’s heart? Most women will shrug off what a man would kill you for, and kill you for what a man would shrug off.
Some women,” Dyelin murmured into her wine, “can make a fish bite by crooking a finger, Lady Birgitte. Other women have to drag their bait all over the pond.
You are quite beautiful, child. Perhaps you should beware of Perrin. I never see him but in the company of beautiful girls.” Faile gave Perrin a flat, considering look, then tried to gloss it over quickly.
When you have never known a thing except to dream, it becomes more than a talisman.
The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of time. But it was a beginning.
And I will not allow you to think that you make my decisions, or made them. I am myself, not an appendage to you. Now go away. I must finish these arrows if I am to have even a few shafts that will fly true. I do not mean to kill you, and I would not have it happen by accident.” Unstopping the glue pot, she bent over the table. “Do not forget to curtsy like a good girl on your way out.
We are dead men, Lews Therin murmured. Dead men should be quiet in their graves, but they never are.
Why do they use it like that? Peace.” “When you have never known a thing except to dream,” Lan replied, heeling Mandarb forward, “it becomes more than a talisman.
Light, women would believe anything about a man so long as it was bad. And the worse it was, the more they had to talk about it.