Quotes from Robert Jordan

Maighdin knows she has to be careful," she said in a firm voice. "She will be here soon, Alliandre." "And if she is caught?" "She won't be!" Faile said sharply. If she was. . . . No. She had to think of victory, not defeat. Faint hearts never won. (Crossroads of Twilight, The Wheel of Time series, book 10 by Robert Jordan)

I??k insan? cinsiyetine göre deÄŸil, yüreÄŸindekilere göre yarg?lar.

Even Warders would break if she loosed the lightnings on them, and balefire, and broke the ground under their feet. Balefire? she wondered. But it would also do no good if she broke Tar Valon's power to save Rand. She had to save both.

The warp and the woof of the weave.

Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it—fear, hate, anger—until your mind became empty.

Pero no había otra alternativa. A no ser la ignorancia, y eso no lo aceptaba.

It would be easier if this was a story, he thought. In

in a flat voice that did not bode well for either man.

Dead silence filled the room. Five Whitecloaks stood in the middle of the floor, studiously being ignored by the folk at the tables.

The Grave is no bar to my call. Let whosoever sounds me think not of glory, but only of salvation.

No se vive de lo que debería ser, sino de lo que es» —citó Elayne—

easier to be brave, he discovered, when someone needed your protection.

popped into his head then, one he did not want to ask, one

he had grown up in the unspoken certainty that a man would put himself at risk to protect a woman as far she allowed; whether he liked her or even knew her was beside the point.

Mat figured she must have eaten something very sour once and—upon finding the resulting grimace useful for frightening away birds—had decided to adopt it permanently.

What had to be endured, could be.

Stop sucking your finger," Gawyn said with a grin. "We know you are a pretty little girl; you do not need to prove it to us.

We can't go back, Mat. The Wheel has turned, for better or worse. And it will keep on turning, as lights die and forests dim, storms call and skies break. Turn it will. The Wheel is not hope, and the Wheel does not care, the Wheel simply is. But so long as it turns, folk may hope, folk may care. For with light that fades, another will eventually grow, and each storm that rages must eventually die. As long as the Wheel turns. As long as it turns.

Elayne had heard of the great works performed by large circles of men and women. Every woman in the White Tower was taught of these feats from the past, stories of different days, better days. Days when one half of the One Power had not been a thing to fear, when two halves of one whole had worked together to create incredible wonders.

Only one lamp in three or four was lit.

was always a way for those who were cautious, while those fell who called caution cowardice.

Qué sentís respecto a vuestro destino profetizado? He de saberlo, si tengo que componer esa oda heroica. —¿Que qué siento? (...) Cansancio. Me siento cansado.

Let any man as wants start carrying a sword, and soon we'd be as bad as everyplace else. I heard what they're like, Mistress, and we don't want that here.

Royal line of Andor would be the key to defeating the Dark One in the Last Battle.