Quotes About Power

You could cut down a tree with your axe," Raen said. "The axe does violence to the tree, and escapes unharmed. Is that how you see it? Wood is soft compared to steel, but the sharp steel is dulled as it chops, and the sap of the tree will rust and pit it. The mighty axe does violence to the helpless tree, and is harmed by it. So it is with men, though the harm is in the spirit.

I hope so," Rand said slowly. As the plow breaks the earth shall he break the lives of men, and all that was shall be consumed in the fire of his eyes. The trumpets of war shall sound at his footsteps, the ravens feed at his voice, and he shall wear a crown of swords.

Elaida would charge her with falsely claiming to be the Amyrlin Seat. The penalty for that was death. Strangely, that brought no fear. Perhaps it was the herb working on her.

Los Valdar Cuebiyari! Los! Carai an Caldazar! Al Caldazar!

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.

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.

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

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.

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

The wheel weaves as the wheel wills.

Warder's blade met black steel from the forges at Thakan'dar with a clang like a great bell, the toll echoing in the hollow, a flash of blue light filling the air like sheet lightning.

What kind of man wanted to bed a woman who was on a leash? (Mat Cauthon)

Omong kosong tidak bisa mencukur domba Rand al'Thor

Ucapan orang bodoh sama saja dengan debu Rand al'Thor

Now, draw on the Power, if you can, but do nothing with it. Simply hold it. Use this, if you must." She did not have to bend far to touch Callandor. Rand moved the sword from under her hand. "Simply hold it, you say." He sounded about to laugh out loud. "Very well.

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

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

El enemigo al que subestimas es el que te mata.

Halfway to Min he became aware of lightning bolts lancing out of the sky and fireballs exploding overhead.

Callandor. Who wields me wields destiny. Take me, and begin the final journey.

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For that much power, I would praise the Great Lord of the Dark under the Dome of Truth.

His huge, ambitious Wheel of Time series helped redefine the genre." —George R. R. Martin, internationally bestselling author of A Game of Thrones

Women just purely enjoyed planting needles in a man.