Quotes About Conflict

Battle was always a mess. The only neat battles were the ones in stories or history books.

I know who you are, and I wish you well, but I also wish you gone from Far Madding. The Dragon Reborn leaves death and destruction where he steps. I now know why you are here, too. You killed Rochaid, and Kisman also is dead. Torval and Gedwyn have taken the top floor above a bootmaker named Zeram on Blue Carp Street, just above the Illian Gate. Kill them and go, and leave Far Madding in peace.

When she told Siuan as much, and her reasoning, the taller woman grunted sourly. "Well, I never wanted to be her friend, did I? I tell you, once I gain the shawl, if she ever tries to harm me again, I'll make her pay." "Oh, Siuan," Moiraine laughed, "Aes Sedai do not go about harming one another." But her friend would not be assuaged.

I did not come here to win," Lan whispered, smiling. "I came here to kill you. Death is lighter than a feather.

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.

He could end it. Only, he could not. He was going to die, perhaps the world would die, but he could not make himself kill another woman. Somehow

Do we fight? If we do, then know that in battle there is only winning and losing. Rules against hurting are for games.

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.

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.

No need to shriek like a cat," Nynaeve growled, appearing in the stairwell. She was looking back over her shoulder down the stairs, though. "You hold her tight, you hear me?" she shrieked like a cat.

Maldito Rand al'Thor!» Una se enamoraba de un hombre y acababa haciendo la colada, aunque la ropa perteneciera a otro hombre.

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

Men always seemed to think violence could solve anything. If she had had a stout stick, she would have thumped all three of them about the shoulders until they saw reason.

The male and female halves of the True Source were alike and unalike, attracting and repelling, fighting against each other even as they worked together to drive the Wheel of Time.

Women just purely enjoyed planting needles in a man.

The White Tower will be whole again, except for remnants cast out and scorned, whole and stronger than ever. Rand al'Thor will face the Amyrlin Seat and know her anger. The Black Tower will be rent in blood and fire, and sisters will walk its grounds. This I Foretell.

In wars, boy, fools kill other fools for foolish causes. That's enough for anyone to know. I am here for my art.

She made me like her, and I cannot stop, and I hate her for it!" Said

I don't intend getting close enough to the fighting to need armor. A general who draws his sword has put aside his baton and become a common soldier.

Mat's other blade stabbed into his chest, he squealed, eyes

Morgase had a temper, but I thought I could ignore that, so it ended with her wanting to kill me. —Thom Merrillin from Wheel of Time

I won't shout at you! Nyanaeve shouted.

Usually when a woman was in the wrong, she could find so many things to blame on the nearest man that he wound up thinking maybe he really was at fault. In

Trollocs and Fades and Warders?