Quotes from Robert Jordan

To control saidar, you first had to surrender to it. Fight, and it would come wildly, or overwhelm you; surrender and guide it gently, and it did as you wished.

Perrin ergueu o machado para atirá-lo no lago, mas Elyas agarrou seu pulso. Você vai usá-lo, garoto, e, enquanto odiar usá-lo, vai usá-lo com mais sabedoria do que a maioria dos homens. Espere. Se algum dia você não o odiar mais, aí sim será hora de jogá-lo o mais longe que puder e correr para o outro lado .

Todo está… relacionado, Rand —continuó hablando el Ogier, como si no lo hubiera escuchado—. Se trate de seres vivos o no, con capacidad de pensar o sin ella, todo lo que existe está vinculado a una totalidad. El árbol no piensa, pero forma parte de un conjunto, el cual posee… un sentimiento.

never be able to tell you what your friendship means to me, what you mean to me." Despite everything, that was simple truth. "The whole world seems to be changing every time I blink. You three are one of the few firm spots in it.

My Lady has been thinking? My Lady must have a headache from all that effort.

I did not come here to win," Lan whispered, smiling. "I came here to kill you. Death is lighter than a feather.

To die in the World of Dreams was to die in fact.

The Way of the Leaf was a fine belief, like a dream of peace, but like the dream it could not last where there was violence. He did not know of a place without that. A dream for some other man, some other time. Some other Age perhaps.

Even the great walls of Tar Valon, beyond the range of any siege catapult not on a barge, and worked with the Power till the largest catapult could not mark them in any case, might as well be made of paper against an army that could Travel. But whether Gareth Bryne had learned or not, other men would seize on that idea. The Asha'man already had, it seemed. War had always been ugly, yet it was going to grow uglier.

Everyone wants someone in their life, someone who cares for them, someone they can care for.

La sangre alimenta a la sangre. La sangre llama a la sangre. La sangre es, fue y será por los siglos de los siglos.

You could forget who you were if you forgot where you came from, and sometimes the innkeeper's daughter from Emond's Field seemed a stranger to her.

Thom smiled back almost as unsteadily; he looked as if he was contemplating a leap from the window.

It's one of the things men are for, taking the blame, she remembered Lini saying once, and laughing while she did. They usually deserve it, even if you don't know exactly how.

Only if you count bruises," Min said grimly. "They were upset, all right, at first. Then they saw Moiraine staring off toward Rand's hidey-hole, and decided it was his work. If the Dragon wants to shake the mountain down on our heads, then the Dragon must have a good reason for it. If he decided to make them take off their skins and dance in their bones, they would think it all right." She snorted and rapped the spoon on the edge of the kettle.

Nynaeve always fought anything she had not thought of herself.

All he wanted from life was some good wine, a game of dice, and a pretty girl or three.

There had been no wolves, of course. Not in a city like this. He wished it did not feel so – alone.

You couldn't make a thing until you understood its parts. He wouldn't know how to deal with—or reject—the wolf inside him until he understood the wolf dream.

You're welcome in my home when this is over. We'll open a cask or two of Master al'Vere's best brandy. We'll remember those who fell, and we'll tell our children how we stood when the clouds turned black and the world started to die. We'll tell them we stood shoulder to shoulder, and there was just no space for the Shadow to squeeze through.

No son espadas ni fuerza muscular lo que necesitamos ahora —discrepó Nynaeve—, sino inteligencia. Los hombres suelen pensar con el pelo que tienen en el pecho. —Se tocó el pecho con aire ausente, como si palpara algo debajo de la chaqueta—. La mayoría de ellos lo hacen.

Si ello no basta para refrenarte, te prometo que haré que maldigas el primer beso que intercambiaron tu padre y tu madre.

Now tell me, Loial. What do you know of Be'lal. And briefly, for once. I want your long memory, not your long wind.

Listening to tales of adventures, even dreaming about them, was one thing; having them take place around you would be something else again.