It’s too late to change your mind after you’ve jumped off the cliff.
Remember the flame, lad, and the void.” It was an odd thing Tam had taught him. Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it – fear, hate, anger – until your mind became empty. Become one with the void, Tam said, and you could do anything.
My name is Nynaeve ti al’Meara Mandragoran. The message I want sent is this. My husband rides from World’s End toward Tarwin’s Gap, toward Tarmon Gai’don. Will he ride alone?
Nobody walks a difficult path without stumbling now and again. It didn’t break you when you fell. That’s the important part.
Anything can be a weapon, if the man or woman who holds it has the nerve and will to make it so.
There is a different beauty in simplicity, in a single line placed just so, a single flower among the rocks. The harshness of the stone makes the flower more precious.
Death is light as a feather; duty, heavy as a mountain.
Your body is only clothing. Your flesh will wither, but you are your heart and mind, and they do not change except to grow stronger.
The more power a man held, the more likely he was to be an idiot with it.
I am Rand al’Thor!” he called, so his voice rang through the chamber. “I am the Dragon Reborn!
Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain. So many duties. Egwene.
I think the woman was born in Far Madding in a thunderstorm. She probably told the thunder to be quiet. It probably did.
And the quickest to harm a stranger are the soonest to think a stranger will harm them.
Great captains earned their reputation not just for laying brilliant plans, but for still being able to find victory after those plans began to fall apart.
When the Wolf King carries the hammer, thus are the final days known. When the fox marries the raven, and the trumpets of battle are blown.
People did not respond to anger. They did not respond to demands. Silence and questions, these were far more effective.
Well, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
The newest pups always blame the elders of the pack.
Only a fool thinks a lion or a woman can truly be tamed.
The Wheel has turned, for better or worse. And it will keep on turning, as lights die and forests dim, storms call and skies break. Turn it will. The Wheel is not hope, and the Wheel does not care, the Wheel simply is. But so long as it turns, folk may hope, folk may care. For with light that fades, another will eventually grow, and each storm that rages must eventually die. As long as the Wheel turns. As.