Quotes from Robert Jordan

If the world's ending, a woman will take time to tell a man something he's done wrong.

It was an odd thing Tam had taught him. Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it—fear, hate, anger—until your mind became empty. Become one with the void, Tam said, and you could do anything.

Wish' and 'want' trip the feet, but 'is' makes the path smoother. -lini

Mat relaxed. His part of it was begun, according to plan. A hasty departure on short notice as if he were trying to sneak away south, but showy enough to make sure it was noticed. The combination would make him seem a fool, and that was to the good, too.

I will hate the man you choose because he is not me, and love him if he makes you smile.

Just because one was poor was not a reason – or an excuse – to live without law.

You cannot please everyone

Heart of the Dark. Ba'alzamon. Name hidden within name shrouded by name. Secret buried within secret cloaked by secret. Betrayer of Hope. Ishamael betrays all hope. Truth burns and sears. Hope fails before truth. A lie is our shield. Who can stand against the Heart of the Dark? Who can face the Betrayer of Hope? Soul of shadow, Soul of the Shadow, he is—' " She stopped with a sigh. "It ends there. What do you make of it?

The Dragon Reborn carries the world on his shoulders, Canler," Androl said softly, catching Canler up short. "I don't know why he's left us here, but I'd prefer to assume it's because he thinks we can handle ourselves.

Perrin reached down to the warm hammer at his side. He had thought that responsibility would be another weight upon him. And yet, now that he had accepted it, he actually felt lighter.

You cannot soothe everyone.

I am going to get some sleep, Mat said, already turning away. Wake me if the Trollocs show up again. Or better, let them kill me in my blankets, I am too tired to wake up again.

There is a world that lies within each of these others, inside all of them at the same time. Or perhaps surrounding them. Writers in the Age of Legends called it Tel'aran'rhiod, "the Unseen World." Perhaps "the World of Dreams" is a better translation.

That primal wolf inside of him sparked to wakefulness

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 left... to save you, Nynaeve whispered. I only came along to protect you.

the Creator must have been tired when it came time to make men; sometimes they hardly seemed human. "And

Just a smile, then. A companionable gesture. He was often congenial. He might have been likable if he were anything but what he was.

No," he said, softly, yet more firmly. More dangerous. "I will not see another person chained by your foul leashes." "Foul? They are the only way to deal with those who can channel!" "We have survived without them for centuries." "And you have—" "This is not a point I will concede," al'Thor said.

I understand, Egwene thought. I didn't realize what the Aiel did. I assumed that I just had to be harder, and that was what would teach me to laugh at pain. But it's not hardness at all. It's not strength that makes me laugh. It's understanding.

me, and went away." "They looked at you," Mat said with a grin, "like you

A drum with no head," Easar said softly, flicking his horse's reins. "A pump with no grip. A song with no voice. Still it is mine. Still it is mine.

I will hate the man you choose because he isn't me, and love him if he makes you smile.

If you must mount the gallows, give a jest to the crowd, a coin the hangman, and make the drop with a smile on your lips.