Patience is a virtue that must be learned, but we must all be ready for the change of an instant.
Sa souvraya niende misain ye.
Like most Two Rivers folk, Rand had a strong stubborn streak. Outsiders sometimes said it was the prime trait of people in the Two Rivers, that they could give mules lessons and teach stones.
Mia dovienya nesodhin soende.
When you die, people begin to forget, who you were and what you did, or tried to do. Everybody dies eventually, and everybody is forgotten, eventually, but there’s no bloody point dying before your time comes.
He never understood. You surrender after you’re dead.
They came over the Dragonwall like a flood,” Tam said suddenly, in a strong, angry voice, “and washed the land with blood. How many died for Laman’s sin?
The sun rose reluctantly, without warmth.
The best of men are not much better than housebroken. But then, the best of them are worth the trouble of housebreaking.
All women are Aes Sedai.
Continuity provides stability, and stability brings prosperity.
At the end of time, when the many become one, the last storm shall gather its angry winds to destroy a land already dying. And at its center, the blind man shall stand upon his own grave. There he shall see again, and weep for what has been wrought.
Do you remember when we took that tame sport called swords and learned to kill with it, as the old volumes said men once had?
Some men,” she said, not raising her eyes from his hand, “choose to seek greatness, while others are forced to it. It is always better to choose than to be forced. A man who’s forced is never completely his own master. He must dance on the strings of those who forced him.
The bed was narrow, the woman’s elbows sharp and her feet icy despite thick blankets trapping the warmth of the small, tiled stove built in beneath the bed.
You tossed him aside for the White Tower. Why should you care if I pick him up?
It was always a mistake to choose a pillow-friend who did not wear the shawl. Especially if you were fool enough to let her take the lead.
You break your neck and I’ll see it mended just so I can break it again.
Across the nations the stories spread like spiderweb laid upon spiderweb, and men and women planned the future, believing they knew truth. They planned, and the Pattern absorbed their plans, weaving toward the future foretold.
Who are you? What do you want?” The black-clad man drew himself up arrogantly. “Once I was called Elan Morin Tedronai, but now – ” “Betrayer of Hope.