Quotes About Time

One day he was going to understand women. When he had the time to apply to it. He suspected a lifetime would not be enough, though.

Nothing was more dangerous for the sanity of men than a woman with too much time on her hands.

Shaking his head, he went back to studying the forest. Aiel or not, they were all alike in some ways. If the world is ending, a woman will want time to fix her hair. If the world's ending, a woman will take time to tell a man something he's done wrong.

The Pattern is what is. The Wheel of Time weaves all lives into the Pattern, all actions. A pattern that is all one color is no pattern. For the Pattern of an Age, good and ill are the warp and the woof.

The Way of the Leaf was a fine belief, like a dream of peace, but like the dream it could not last where there was violence. He did not know of a place without that. A dream for some other man, some other time. Some other Age perhaps.

But when was I ever sensible? The only people I ever met who were sensible all the time were so boring that watching them could put you to sleep. Whether

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend.

Taim will have to wait

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.

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 wheel weaves as the wheel wills.

I have waited for the first rose of spring, and now I find it at my grandfather's fire.

Elyas mused. "But none of it makes sense. Slay the Great Serpent? Kill time itself? And blind the Eye of the World? As well say he's going to starve a rock.

there were always five things that needed doing immediately and ten that should have been done yesterday.

The wave that has passed cannot be called back.

but he never did seem to get around to reading the books he meant to read.

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

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

I suppose it is," Perrin said sadly, wondering why he should feel sad. The Way of the Leaf was a fine belief, like a dream of peace, but like the dream it could not last where there was violence. He did not know of a place without that. A dream for some other man, some other time. Some other Age perhaps.

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.

Times change. People change. Too much change for me. I suppose I am growing old.

Times are, you seize the advantage and ride on," Bashere growled. "Other times, you take your winnings and go home. I say it's time to go home." I would not mind you in my head, Lews Therin said, sounding almost sane, if you were not so clearly mad.

Las viejas barreras se debilitan. Nuestro tiempo está impregnado de disolución y cambio. Las cosas antiguas vuelven a manifestarse y otras nuevas tienen nacimiento. Tal vez vivamos lo bastante para ver el fin de una era.» Se estremeció.

Of course, we believe. The Wheel of Time weaves the Pattern of the Ages, and lives are the threads it weaves. No one can tell how the thread of his own life will be woven into the Pattern, or how the thread of a people will be woven.