Quotes About Prophecy

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.

Read and find out.

The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai'don!

He is born again! I feel him! The Dragon takes his first breath on the slope of Dragonmount! He is coming! He is coming! Light help us! Light help the world! He lies in the snow and cries like the thunder! He burns like the sun!

Sene sovya caba'donde ain dovienya

If any of these women had been here instead of Nynaeve, the world would have ended.

Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time.

The wheel of time turns and ages come and go, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the age tha gave it birth returns again. In the third age, an age of prophecy the world and time themselves hang in the balance. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under shadow.

When the Wolf King carries the hammer, thus are the final days known. When the fox marries the raven, and the trumpets of battle are blown.

I am Rand al'Thor!" he called, so his voice rang through the chamber. "I am the Dragon Reborn!

And it shall come to pass, in the days when the Dark Hunt rides, when the right hand falters and the left hand strays, that mankind shall come to the Crossroads of Twilight and all that is, all that was, and all that will be shall balance on the point of a sword, while the winds of the Shadow grow. -From The Prophecies of the Dragon translation believed done by Jain Charin, known as Jain Farstrider, sheortly before his disapperance

The seals that hold back night shall weaken, and in the heart of winter shall winter's heart be born amid the wailing of lamentations and the gnashing of teeth, for winter's heart shall ride a black horse, and the name of it is Death. -from The Karaethon Cycle: The Prophecies of the Dragon

How do you feel about your prophesied destiny? I must know, if I am to compose this epic. Feel? Rand looked around the camp, at the Jindo moving among the tents. How many of them would be dead before he was done? Tired. I feel tired.

Strange clothes you wear, Child of the Dragon. Has the Wheel turned so far? Do the People of the Dragon return to the first Covenant? But you wear a sword. That is neither now nor then.

With his coming are the dread fires born again. The hills burn, and the land turns sere. The tides of men run out, and the hours dwindle. The wall is pierced, and the veil of parting raised. Storms rumble beyond the horizon, and the fires of heaven purge the earth. There is no salvation without destruction, no hope this side of death. -fragment from The Prophecies of the Drqagon believed translated by N'Delia Basolaine First Maid and Swordfast to Raidhen of Hol Cuchone (circa 400 AB)

Soon comes the day all shall be free. Even you, and even me. Soon comes the day all shall die. Surely you, but never I. Padan Fain

The trumpets of war shall sound at his footsteps, the ravens feed at his voice, and he shall wear a crown of swords.

And it was written that no hand but his should wield the Sword held in the Stone, but he did draw it out, like fire in his hand, and his glory did burn the world. Thus did it begin. Thus do we sing his Rebirth. Thus do we sing the beginning.

The fall of the Stone will be one of the major proofs that the Dragon has been reborn. May the Stone stand till I am dust.

Limping to the foot of the bed, he lowered himself into the chest there and laid Callandor across his knees, bloody hands resting on the glowing blade. With that in his hands, even one of the Forsaken would fear him. In a moment he would send for Moiraine to Heal his wounds. In a moment he would speak to the Aiel outside, and become the Dragon Reborn again. But for now, he only wanted to sit, and remember a shepherd named Rand al'Thor.

The Seanchan fight the Shadow. -message from Dragon Reborn to Egwene

WE WILL MEET AGAIN ON TOMAN HEAD. IT IS NEVER OVER, AL'THOR.

Sa souvraya niende misain ye.

At the end of time, when the many become one, the last storm shall gather its angry winds to destroy a land already dying. And at its center, the blind man shall stand upon his own grave. There he shall see again, and weep for what has been wrought.