Quotes from Robert Jordan

Power of the Shadow made human flesh, wakened to turmoil, strife and ruin. The Reborn One, marked and bleeding, dances the sword in dreams and mist, chains the Shadowsworn to his will, from the city, lost and forsaken, leads the spears to war once more, breaks the spears and makes them see, truth long hidden in the ancient dream.

Better to try understanding the sun than a woman

Death comes sooner or later to everyone," the Warder said grimly, "unless they serve the Dark One, and only fools are willing to pay that price.

Creator made women so men would not find life too easy.

He could not decide whether she was an utter feather head, or very clever.

Een hele mond vol,' mompelde ze, en drukte haar gezicht tegen de brede borst van haar echtgenoot. Het voelde heerlijk om op zijn kracht te steunen, al was het maar voor even, terwijl hij haar haren zacht streelde.

A dreamwalker sought the dream; the dream did not seek her.

Thom chuckled. "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. . . .

The Dark One was not a being. It was the darkness between. Between lights, between moments, between eyeblinks.

This meeting had only one real purpose, a simple and ancient ceremony of the Borderlands that had been recorded only seven times in all the years since the Breaking. A simple ceremony that would commit them beyond anything words could do, however strong.

Caution until you're sure, and then a little more caution.

Death rides on my shoulder, Lews Therin muttered. Death walks in my footsteps. I am death.

Babi tetaplah babi walaupun dicat emas Rand al'Thor

Las heridas infligidas al orgullo se recuerdan mucho más tiempo que las del cuerpo.

Un soldado que se culpa por la muerte de sus compañeros en la batalla es un necio.

No use pulling your hair when the wind isn't blowing the way you want

Matar era tan fácil como morir, decían los Aiel; cualquier necio podía hacer lo uno o lo otro.

Estúpidos cretinos! —espetó la Zahorí, que vibraba de pies a cabeza, con ojos destellantes y mejillas coloreadas—. ¿Por qué razón, en nombre de la Luz, os habéis escapado corriendo?

You have to trim your sails to take advantage of how the wind is blowing. Think coolly, and you make it back to shore. Get your neck hot, and you'll drown.

If anything belongs in the Shepherd of the Night's flocks, lad, it's Trollocs.

There's always the question of price, isn't there? Some prices I might not want to pay.

The wheel weaves as the wheel wills.

Avendesora," Moiraine murmured, resting her hand on a trefoil leaf in the stonework. Rand scanned the carving; that was the only leaf of its kind he could find. "The leaf of the Tree of Life is the key," the Aes Sedai said, and the leaf came away in her hand.

Only by surrendering to the Pattern can you begin to have some control over the course of your own life. If you fight, the Pattern will still force you, and you will find only misery where you might have found contentment instead.