Surprising what you can dig out of books if you read long enough, isn’t it?
We will go to Falme. I hope Liandrin is there. I will make her curse the day her mother laid eyes on her father.
You can do nothing with the One Power when emotion rules your mind.
If the room did not look quite so freshly scrubbed as most farm wives kept their homes – Tam’s piperack and The Travels of Jain Farstrider sat on the table, while another wood-bound book rested on the cushion of his reading chair; a bit of harness to be mended lay on the bench by the fireplace, and some shirts to be darned made a heap on a chair – if not quite so spotless, it was still clean and neat enough, with a lived-in look that was almost as warming and comforting as the fire.
It was beyond unwise to enter battle angry. Anger narrowed the vision and made for foolish choices.
If anyone could break any rule they chose, do whatever they chose, and escape punishment merely by doing some good to balance it, the world would be chaos.
It was pure Fire, and the blazes were ferocious, fiercer than she would have expected from Fire alone.
But if somebody hit me, I’d hit him back. If I didn’t, I would just be encouraging him to think he could hit me whenever he wanted to. Some people think they can take advantage of others, and if you don’t let them know they can’t, they’ll just go around bullying anybody weaker than they are.
Twice and twice shall he be marked, twice to live, and twice to die. Once the heron, to set his path. Twice the heron, to name him true. Once the Dragon, for remembrance lost. Twice the Dragon, for the price he must pay.
Fools deserved whatever their foolishness brought.
Only a fool takes offense at customs different from her own.
Verin gave herself a shake and looked at him. “Does it surprise you that your life might go differently if you made different choices, or different things happened to you? Though I never thought I – Well. The important thing is, we are here. Though not as we hoped.
A brief interlude with tales of romance and adventure was much preferable to contemplating utter futility.
Even a queen must obey the law she makes, or there is no law.
A man’s ring of heavy gold floated above Nynaeve’s head, and above Elayne’s, a red-hot iron and an axe.
The Pattern is what is. The Wheel of Time weaves all lives into the Pattern, all actions. A pattern that is all one color is no pattern. For the Pattern of an Age, good and ill are the warp and the woof.
Traditions should not be maintained just because they were traditions. Strength was not strength if it had no purpose or direction.
A punishment is not a true punishment unless you accept it, Aviendha,” Bair said, still smiling. “We thought you ready weeks ago, but you stubbornly continued to obey.
What I do, I do because there is no other way. He is hunting me again, and this time one of us has to die, I think. There is no need for those around me to die, also. Too many have died for me already. I do not want to die either, and will not, if I can manage it. There are lies in dreams, and death, but dreams hold truth, too.
An Aielman in a cage,” she said promptly. “A Tuatha’an with a sword. A falcon and a hawk, perching on your shoulders. Both female, I think. And all the rest, of course. What is always there. Darkness swirling ’round you, and.
Asha’man, kill!” -Mazrim Taim.