Quotes from Robert Jordan

In war, as in farming, you sometimes had to step in and get knee-deep in the muck.

My mother," she said firmly, "always told me the best way to learn to deal with a man was to learn to ride a mule. She said they have about equal brains most of the time. Sometimes the mule is smarter.

And for some reason, men and women who told the tale often found a need to add almost identical words. The storm is coming, they said, staring southward in worry. The storm is coming.

What I love, I destroy, Lews Therin laughed. What I destroy, I love.

Men teach cats curiosity, but cats keep sense for themselves.

My love is gone, carried away, by the wind that shakes the willow, and all the land is beaten hard, by the wind that shakes the willow. But I will hold her close to me in heart and dearest memory, and with her strength to steel my soul, her love to warm my heart-strings, I will stand where we once sang, though cold wind shakes the willow.

Just because fate has chosen something for you instead of you choosing it for yourself doesn't mean it has to be bad. Even if it's something you are sure you would never have chosen in a hundred years. 'Better ten days of love than years of regretting,' " she quoted.

Change came so slowly you never noticed it creeping up on you, or far too fast for comfort, but it came.

Are you deaf as well as blind, woman? I'm not a carpet to walk over, and I distinctly heard myself speak. If I pinch your bottom, you can slap my face, but until I do, I expect a civil word for a civil word!

An honorable man protects whoever needs protecting, but children above all, and women above men.

Confidence was one key to victory. The other side believing you were confident was sometimes almost as good as actually being confident.

The young man who stood there was the handsomest mad Rand had ever seen, almost too handsome for masculinity.

Light, Egwene thought. I wonder how long it's been since a meeting of this scale occurred.

when what they do is hidden, men sometimes deal with strangers in ways they wouldn't if there were other eyes to see.

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.

Once he had a grove of oaks chopped down because they were looking at him. And then insisted that they would be given decent funerals; he gave the orations. Do you have any idea how longs it takes to dig graves for twenty-three oak trees?

Let others know you possessed a secret, and some would work to learn it; that was a fact of nature.

Stuffing the low-necked gown away under the bed, her old nurse had muttered some saying about displaying wares you did not mean to sell, and when Morgase claimed she had just made it up, her reply was At my age, if I make it up, it's still an old saying.

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.

He pushed a hand inside the blankets to feel her cheek, her shoulder. Trickles of water ran across her face as her hair melted. He was cold, but she was ice. She needed every scrap of warmth he could find for her...His sense of touch, enhanced by the Void and saidin, soaked in the feel of her. Her skin made silt feel rough.

That was a thing of wolves; they could know the past and the future, yet keep their attention on the hunt. Could he do the same? Allow himself to be consumed when needed, yet keep balance in other parts of his life?

The Seanchan fight the Shadow. -message from Dragon Reborn to Egwene

how could you possibly look ten women in the face and ask why they had gotten you drunk and made a game of taking your clothes off and putting you to bed?