Quotes from Robert Jordan

a open pot can't hide, a inch-opened door can't hide much, but an open man is hiding the universe. she says something else, but i cannot remember the rest.

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.

But we are alive at this moment, and before us is the hope of remaining alive. Do not surrender before you are beaten, Ogier.

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.

All of you, fare well, and may you shelter in the palm of the Creator's hand.

They were the sort who berated a man for meddling and chased him away, then berated him again for not being there when he was needed. Not that they would admit he was needed, even then, not them. Raise a hand to help and you were interfering, do nothing and you were an un-trustworthy wastrel.

It was a simple truth; the Creator made women so men would not find life too easy.

Light's truth, if you got a woman to feed you on a regular basis, she was halfway won.

Rand sent us away to search for an enemy," he bellowed. "We return to him having found allies. Onward, to the Last Battle!" Only

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.

La Rueda del Tiempo gira y las eras pasan y dejan tras de sí recuerdos que se convierten en leyenda. La leyenda se difumina, deviene en mito, e incluso el mito se ha olvidado mucho antes de que la era que lo vio nacer retorne de nuevo. En una era llamada la tercera por algunos, una era que ja de venir, una era transcurrida hace mucho, comenzó a soplar un viento...

Don't say that!" Thom drew a deep breath; everybody stared at him now. "That is dangerous talk, stupid talk. The dead can be reborn, or take a living body, and it is not something to speak of lightly.

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

The winds of destiny are blowing, Siuan, and we must ride them where they take us.

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.

But sometimes the change chooses you, or the Wheel chooses it for you. And sometimes the Wheel bends a life-thread, or several threads, in such a way that all the surrounding threads are forced to swirl around it, and those force other threads, and those still others, and on and on.

Sometimes, it was difficult to tell Nynaeve leading from Nynaeve bullying.

When she drifted off, she was thinking of Ryne, strangely. A pity if he was afraid of her, now. A great pity if he turned out to be a Darkfriend. He was charming, and quite pretty, really. She did not mind a man wanting to see her unclothed, only his telling others about it.

Feel it. Know it. Be it. You and the bud are the same. You are one. You are the bud.

Everyone knew that, and not many stopped to think that anything that "everyone knew" deserved close examination. Being

Someone had to record this. He couldn't spend the entire time worrying about her. So, he searched his mind for the right words to describe what he was seeing. He set aside words like "epic" and "momentous." They were nearly worn out with overuse.