Quotes from Robert Jordan

How can any man tell all that he knows, Great Lord," the little man said smoothly. "It would be only prattle, until it becomes useful.

Sometimes, Gareth Bryne had told her when she was a child, you find yourself outnumbered, with no path to slip away. Always do what your enemy least expects, Elayne. In that case, you must attack.

I never heard of forkroot, but walking seems to help the effects pass. You can walk most things off.

Cualquiera con dos dedos de frente sabía que la sequía y el calor impropio de la estación se debían a la mano del Oscuro tocando el mundo, pero ni siquiera las Aes Sedai daban crédito a las afirmaciones de Elayne y Nynaeve de que esos otros sucesos eran igualmente reales, que las burbujas malignas ascendían desde la prisión del Oscuro a medida que los sellos se debilitaban, y, tras llegar a la superficie, se deslizaban por el Entramado hasta que estallaban.

On the slopes of Dragonmount shall he be born, born of a maiden wedded to no man.

Are we still friends? Can we be? Now?

A clean wound heals quickest and pains shortest.

Over and over and over. We make the same mistakes. Kingdoms do the same stupid things. Rulers fail their people time and time again. Men continue to hurt and hate and die and kill!

One day he was going to understand women. When he had the time to apply to it. He suspected a lifetime would not be enough, though.

Trust no-one, he thought bleakly. For an instant, he did not know if it was his thought or Lous-Therin's, but in the end he decided it did not matter. Everybody had their own goals, their own desires. Much the best to trust no-one completely except himself. Yet he wondered, with another man oozing through the back of his mind, how far he could trust himself.

Who'd have thought an Aiel could bloody read?

That you think I have taught you much already only shows how little you knew to begin. You

What is real is not real. What is not real is real. Flesh is a dream, and dreams have flesh.

Battle was always a mess. The only neat battles were the ones in stories or history books.

I know who you are, and I wish you well, but I also wish you gone from Far Madding. The Dragon Reborn leaves death and destruction where he steps. I now know why you are here, too. You killed Rochaid, and Kisman also is dead. Torval and Gedwyn have taken the top floor above a bootmaker named Zeram on Blue Carp Street, just above the Illian Gate. Kill them and go, and leave Far Madding in peace.

I am thankful to have two friends such as you," she said simply. Birgitte grinned at her as if she had said something silly.

It's all right, son. It's all right." "I've done so much that is terrible." "Nobody walks a difficult path without stumbling now and again. It didn't break you when you fell. That's the important part.

Men were so strange they were hardly human sometimes.

The rumpled bed was the only proof that anyone had stayed here. Already the room had lost the feel of him; it even seemed to smell empty, despite his own scent on the sheets. He never stayed anywhere long enough to make that feel cling past his readiness to leave. Never long enough to put down roots, make it any kind of home.

I feel . . ." Egwene began weakly, and stopped to swallow. Her face was bloodless pale. "I . . . hurt." A tear leaked from one eye. "Of course you do," Sorilea said briskly. "That is what happens when you let yourself be caught in a man's schemes.

Nothing was more dangerous for the sanity of men than a woman with too much time on her hands.

He was a soldier. He was a shepherd. He was a beggar, and a king. He was a farmer, gleeman, sailor, carpenter. He was born, lived, and died Aiel. He died mad, he died rotting, he died of sickness, accident, age. He was executed, and multitudes cheered his death. He proclaimed himself the Dragon Reborn and flung his banner across the sky; he ran from the Power and hid; he lived and died never knowing.

Two Rivers people are dark of hair and eye, and they seldom have such height." Her hand darted out to push back his coat sleeve, exposing lighter skin the sun had not reached so often. "Or such skin.

The glow of the Power winked on around the women in the line, like a row of lanterns being lit.