Quotes from Robert Jordan

They don't even know what the song is; they claim they'll know it when they find it. They don't know how it's supposed to bring paradise, either, but they've been looking near to three thousand years, ever since the Breaking. I expect they'll be looking until the Wheel stops turning.

As my Lord says, my Lord's leg is not a side of beef. Thank you, my Lord, for instructing me.

she folded her arms beneath that impressive bosom.

Are you sure you want to come, Mat?" Rand asked. Mat shrugged and affected a grin, not a very confident one. "Who could pass up a chance to see bloody Rhuidean?" Egwene raised her eyebrows at him. "Oh, pardon my language, Aes Sedai . I've heard you say as bad, and for less cause, I'll wager.

Among Aiel, men do not sing, you know. Isn't that strange? From the time an Aiel boy becomes a man he will not sing anything but battle chants, or their dirge for the slain. I have heard them singing over their dead, and over those they have killed. That song is one to make the stones weep.

only a complete woolhead looked at a woman while with another.

You may be old enough to marry, Matrim Cauthon, but in truth you shouldn't be off your mother's apron strings.

Wood is soft compared to steel, but the sharp steel is dulled as it chops, and the sap of the tree will rust and pit it. The mighty axe does violence to the helpless tree, and is harmed by it. So it is with men, though the harm is in the spirit.

More than once Nynaeve had been shocked at her own cruelty, even while she was delighted at her inventiveness.

Change what you can if it needs changing, but learn to live with what you can't change.' You'll only get a sick stomach, otherwise

To the Aiel, it was not a war; it was an execution.

You are quite beautiful, child. Perhaps you should beware of Perrin. I never see him but in the company of beautiful girls." Faile gave Perrin a flat, considering look, then tried to gloss it over quickly.

This is it, Egwene," Mat said. "Take a deep breath, a last pull on the brandy, or burn your final pinch of tabac. Have a good look at the ground before you, as it's soon going to be covered in blood. In an hour, we'll be in the thick of it. The Light watch over us all.

You stand up straw men," Nynaeve said. "We have a saying in the Two Rivers. 'Whether the bear beats the wolf or the wolf beats the bear, the rabbit always loses.

And I will not allow you to think that you make my decisions, or made them. I am myself, not an appendage to you. Now go away. I must finish these arrows if I am to have even a few shafts that will fly true. I do not mean to kill you, and I would not have it happen by accident." Unstopping the glue pot, she bent over the table. "Do not forget to curtsy like a good girl on your way out.

Light, how the horror of yesterday became merely the uneasiness of today, once you grew accustomed.

The Wheel of Time weaves the Pattern of the Ages, and lives are the threads it weaves. No one can tell how the thread of his own life will be woven into the Pattern, or how the thread of a people will be woven. It gave us the Breaking of the World, and the Exile, and Stone, and the Longing, and eventually it gave us back the stedding before we all died. Sometimes I think the reason you humans are the way you are is because your threads are so short.

We are dead men, Lews Therin murmured. Dead men should be quiet in their graves, but they never are.

Not a tree of it left. I've been to Tear and Illian, too. Different names, and no memories. There's only pasture for their horses where the grove was at Tear, and at Illian the grove is the King's park, where he hunts his deer, and none allowed inside without his permission. It has all changed, Rand. I fear very much that I will find the same everywhere I go. All the groves gone, all the memories gone, all the dreams dead.

I know something of taking an enemy into your bosom. His blade goes in quicker when he is close." With

For he shall come like the breaking dawn, and shatter the world again with his coming, and make it anew.

If you watch the wolf too hard," she muttered, "a mouse will bite you on the ankle.

Light, women would believe anything about a man so long as it was bad. And the worse it was, the more they had to talk about it.

Once mere excuses are allowed, inevitably lesser and lesser excuses will become acceptable, until law itself is gone.