Quotes from Robert Jordan

Stories have power. Gleemen's tales, and bards' epics, and rumors in the street alike. They stir passions, and change the way men see the world.

Times are not what they were, and we cannot be, either. If you sit and wish for what you want, you may not see it this side of the grave.

Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain. So many duties.

Just because fate has chosen something for you instead of you choosing it for yourself doesn't mean it has to be bad.

The Last Battle was not hope. The Last Battle was death. But it was a place to be, a place to go.

Mashiara. Beloved of heart and soul, it meant, but a love lost, too. Lost beyond regaining.

the world had to be faced as it was, not as you wished it to be

He let them be heroes.

A pattern that is all one color is no pattern.

What does finding the Horn count if I abandon Egwene to this? If I did that, the Horn couldn't save me. The Creator couldn't save me. I would damn myself.

I'll not have you bleeding to death on me. That would be just like you, to die and leave me the work of burying you. You have no consideration.

Let most men have a finger and they will have the whole hand before you know. Let a clan cheif have a finger and he will have the entire arm.

Bound by the Oath against lying, Aes Sedai [carry] the half-truth, the quarter-truth and the implication to arts.

We should ask our commanders... Elayne trailed off. If there are any we trust not to be under Compulsion. There's only one, Mat said grimly, meeting her eyes. And he's telling you we are finished if we continue as we have. The earlier plan was a good enough one, but after what we lost today...Elayne, we're dead unless we choose one place to stand, gather together, and fight. One last toss of the dice.

Yes...how else could Demandred explain the skill of the enemy general? Only a man with the experience of an ancient was so masterly at the dance of battlefields. At their core, many battle tactics were simple. Avoid being flanked, meet heavy force with pikes, infantry with a well-trained line, channelers with other channelers. And yet, the finesse of it...the little details...these took centuries to master. No man from this Age had lived long enough to learn the details with such care.

Take what you want, and pay for it, the old saying went.

Blood and bloody ashes. Even dead women treated him the way Nynaeve did. Where did they learn it? Were there secret lessons?

Those clouds above formed a pattern that looked familiar. Black on white, white on black. It's the symbol, she realized with a start. The ancient symbol of the Aes Sedai. Under this sign...shall he conquer.

I've come to give you your gift back, Mordeth, Cauthon whispered. I consider our debt paid in full.

Rand, maybe that's the answer they give to everybody. Those snake people, I mean. Got to Rhuidean. Maybe we don't have to be here at all.' He did not believe it, but with that fog staring him in the face. ... Rand turned his head to look at him, not speaking. Finally he said, 'They never mentioned Rhuidean to me, Mat.' 'Oh, burn me,' he muttered.

To believe a thing is not to make it true.

A man without trust might as well be dead.

They will pay. I am the Lord of the Morning

Past is past, and the future is ahead.