Thieves are always the most careful of their purses.
The flame and the void are about center,” Tam said. “And about peace. I would teach it to each and every person in this land, soldier or not, if I could.
The secret, it turned out, had not been to harden himself to the point of breaking. It had not been to become numb. It had been to walk in pain, like the pain of the wounds at his side, and accept that pain as part of him. Two.
The difference between you and Cadsuane is that you actually care about me. She only cares about my place in her plans. She wants me to be part of the Final battle. You want me to live. For that, you have my thanks. Dream on my behalf, Nynaeve. Dream for things I no longer can.
There were more important uses for that time. One thing at a time, and the most important first. That was his way.
Battles can alter history. He did not sound pleased with it. The trouble is, sometimes you cannot say how history will be changed until it is too late.
Letting emotions go clouds judgment for a moment, but holding them in clouds it always. Just be sure you do not release them too often, or when it is best to keep control of them.
Let others know you possessed a secret, and some would work to learn it; that was a fact of nature.
Ragan gave him a guarded look that said he agreed with every word but strongly doubted Uno’s wisdom in voicing them. Ragan, it seemed, had the makings of a wise man in him.
What is the best method of appeasing an offended party? Would it not be to give some ground to them, acknowledge what they have done right?
Respond to demands with silence, respond to challenges with questions.
You are a fine judge of character, child. You must have done well as the Wisdom of your village. It was Laras who went to Sheriam and demanded to know how long you three are to be kept to the dirtiest and hardest work, without a turn at lighter. She said she would not be a party to breaking any woman’s health or spirit, no matter what I said. A fine judge of character, child.
There were questions one asked, and questions one did not. That was strong custom. And friendship.
She grimaced, remembering one incarnation when she and he had been forced to grow old together, peacefully. Most boring life she’d ever known, though at the time – ignorant of her grander part in the Pattern – she’d been happy with it.
I’ve seen men die because they were sure that what should not happen, would not.
Women lied to get a man into bed, and they lied worse once they had him there.
Most people were more willing to talk about fighting than to do it, especially against soldiers.
Yamada might be a good general – Mat did not know – but he had never stood a chance against Riselle and that marvelous bosom.
If a sword had memory, it might be grateful to the forge fire, but never fond of it.
Wildfire did not run through dry woods as fast as gossip ran through women.