Quotes from Robert Jordan

He could cut a Trolloc in half with a gateway at three hundred paces, and summon fire from inside Dragonmount itself, and he still wanted to carry a sword. It was, she decided, a male thing. I

a man needed all of his wits dealing with a woman. Too often even that was not enough;

No soy un señor, milady. Soy un pastor, y toco la flauta en las posadas

Belief and order give strength. Have to clear rubble before you can build. Will explain when see you next.

it seemed to him that he felt one pair of eyes in particular, someone staring not at Moiraine and Loial, but at him. He picked her out immediately. For one thing, she stood apart from the others, and for another she was the only woman in the room not wearing at least a little lace. Her dark gray, almost black, dress was as plain as the ship captains' clothes, with wide sleeves and narrow skirts, and never a frill or stitch of fancy-work.

Lord Perrin. He would never get used to that, but maybe that was a good thing.

Surely there was nothing that could not be Healed, not if the woman wielding the Power was determined enough. When

I am not so big a fool as that, boy. Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this. Men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.

She was young—no older than he was, perhaps—and tall for a woman, with black hair to her shoulders. A nose that just missed being too large and too bold, a generous mouth, high cheekbones, and dark, slightly tilted eyes. He could not quite decide whether she was beautiful or not. As soon as he looked down, she turned to address one of the serving women and did not glance at the stairs again, but he was sure he had been right. She had been staring at him.

How could a merchant lead people? Did not merchants have to focus on their wares? It was ridiculous.

Morning. A time for new hopes; a time to be up and doing. New

Everything always changes. The best plan lasts until the first arrow leaves the bow.

It was an awkward morning, made for unpleasant thoughts.

Bloody ashes, but that had been a fun game. She had had the better of him time and again. Light send him plenty of women who could do that, though not in rapid succession, and always when he knew how to find the back door. Tuon was one. Come to think of it, he would probably never need another.

Perrin held up a horseshoe, then frowned. This wasn't difficult enough work. It was soothing, yes, but today he wanted something more challenging. He felt a need to create, as if to balance the destruction he'd seen in the world, the destruction he'd helped to create.

Jophil," Lan called. "Raise my banner high! Malkier lives on this day!

Each message had thickened the fog more than cleared it.

The hammer could be either a weapon or a tool. Perrin had a choice, just as everyone who followed him had a choice. Hopper had a choice. The wolf had made that choice, risking more in defense of the Light than any human — save Perrin — would ever understand.

Small things were important. Seconds were small things, and if you heaped enough of those on top of one another, they became a man's

The best of men are not much better than housebroken." Nynaeve paused, and added half to herself, "But then, the best of them are worth the trouble of housebreaking.

A full stomach at midday made for a dull head in the afternoon

The very first thing Elaida had ever Foretold, while still an Accepted—and had known enough even then to keep to herself—was that the Royal line of Andor would be the key to defeating the Dark One in the Last Battle.

Here or there, it is the same fight, I think," Loial

Luchar contra el Oscuro mientras el hierro conserve su dureza y haya piedras a mano. Defender a los malkieri mientras quede una gota de sangre en las venas. Vengar lo que no pueda defenderse.»