The Creator made women to please the eye, and to boggle the mind.
Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today. – Mat Cauthon.
A man who trusts everyone is a fool and a man who trusts no one is a fool. We are all fools if we live long enough.
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 wars, boy, fools kill other fools for foolish causes.
Duty is heavy as a mountain, death is light as a feather.
The men in my family are strong because the women in my family kill and eat the weak ones.
Surprising what you can dig out of books if you read long enough, isn’t it?
You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long.
Better to have one woman on your side than ten men.
If you must mount the gallows, give a jest to the crowd, a coin the hangman, and make the drop with a smile on your lips.
Run when you have to, fight when you must, rest when you can.
Til shade is gone, til water is gone Into the shadow with teeth bared Screaming defiance with the last breath To spit in Sightblinder’s eye on the Last Day.
The fact that the price must be paid is proof it is worth paying.
Time to toss the dice.
The wheel weaves as the wheel wills.
We rode on the winds of the rising storm, We ran to the sounds of the thunder. We danced among the lightning bolts, and tore the world asunder.
Death is lighter than a feather, but Duty is heavier than a mountain.
Women often seemed to leave things unsaid, and in his limited experience it was what they did not say that proved the most trouble.
The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.