With experience comes a determination to be set in your ways, to avoid new experiences.
Change what you can if it needs changing, but learn to live with what you can’t change.
Tuon looked at him, squatting there by the map, moving his fingers over its surface, and suddenly she saw him in a new light. A buffoon? No. A lion stuffed into a horse-stall might look like a peculiar joke, but a lion on the high plains was something very different. Toy was loose on the high plains, now. She felt a chill. What sort of man had she entangled herself with? After all this time, she realized, she had hardly a clue.
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.
Not all options will be good ones. Sometimes you have to make the best of a bad lot and ride the storm.
He expected the other man to be dead – not many could survive a thirty-foot fall to cobblestones with another’s weight on top of him – but what he had not expected was to see the fellow’s dagger driven to the hilt into his own heart. Such an ordinary-looking man to have tried to kill him. Mat did not think he would even have noticed him in a crowded room.
One of the first rules he’d learned in life was to never fight a man when you had an equal chance of losing.
She probably told the thunder to be quiet. It probably did.
Peel the apple in your hand, girl, not the one on the tree, Lini’s thin voice seemed to whisper in her ear. Tears are for after; they just waste time before.
Small courtesies were the lubricant of daily life.
Quite often, when a woman was agitated, she tried to soothe others whether they required soothing or not.
Women could compress a great deal into one look.
You never escape the traps you spin yourself.
The determination of a man set upon justice is a thing not lightly ignored.
The woman never wanted much. Just her own way. Like just about every other woman he had ever known.
Perrin suspected Lini was one of those women who saw her “place” as being in charge. Come to think of it, most women did. That was the way of the world, it seemed, not just the Two Rivers.
All things change. Until we wake, the dream drifts on the wind.
We’ll make a home,” Lan said. “The Shadow defeated, Nynaeve and I will reclaim Malkier. We’ll make the fields bloom again, cleanse the lakes. Green pastures. No more Trollocs to fight. Children to ride on your back, old friend. You can spend your days in peace, eating apples and having your pick of mares.” It.
Whether or not what you do has the effect you want, it will have three at least you never expected, and one of those usually unpleasant.
Feel it. Know it. Be it. You and the bud are the same. You are one. You are the bud.