A man is the easiest animal to put on a leash, and the hardest to keep leashed. Even when he chooses it himself.
The old blood is indeed still strong in the Two Rivers.
It was hard to explain to students that there was a rule that trumped all of the others: Always trust your instincts.
But only a fool thought he knew what was in a woman’s head just because she had a smile on her face.
The innocent died along with the guilty. And if you did nothing, then only the innocent died.
Usually when a woman was in the wrong, she could find so many things to blame on the nearest man that he wound up thinking maybe he really was at fault.
There was nothing a woman would not tell you if you kissed her enough.
You got further plucking the chicken in front of you than trying to start on one up a tree. Especially when the tree was in another country and there might not even be another chicken.
I expect you will not lack for company after I go. Just remember that some women see a man with their hearts, while others see no more than a bauble to wear, no different than a necklace or a bracelet. Remember that i will come back, and I am one who sees with her heart.
A useful maxim: two rarities combined call for close attention.
In war, as in farming, you sometimes had to step in and get knee-deep in the muck.
Kittens tangle your yarn, men tangle your wits, and it’s simple as breathing for both.
You cannot make the land go against itself. Not for long; the land will rebel. You must shape the vision to the land, not the land to the vision.
A girl or a fight, pouting lips or a flashing blade. Whichever dance you’re dancing at the moment is always the most fun. Wouldn’t you say?
Well, we’ll survive, the Light willing.” Some grinned and added, “And if the Light doesn’t will, we’ll still survive.
Fear will kill you if you don’t control it.
Some people thought scars a sign of toughness. It seemed to Perrin that fewer scars meant that you knew what you were doing.
He pushed a hand inside the blankets to feel her cheek, her shoulder. Trickles of water ran across her face as her hair melted. He was cold, but she was ice. She needed every scrap of warmth he could find for her... His sense of touch, enhanced by the Void and saidin, soaked in the feel of her. Her skin made silt feel rough.
That was a thing of wolves; they could know the past and the future, yet keep their attention on the hunt. Could he do the same? Allow himself to be consumed when needed, yet keep balance in other parts of his life?
He hadn’t asked to become a leader, but did that absolve him of responsibility? People needed him. The world needed him. And, with an understanding that cooled in him like molten rock forming into a shape, he realized that he wanted to lead. If someone had to be lord of these people, he wanted to do it himself. Because doing it yourself was the only way to see that it was done right.