Quotes About Mystery

A man's ring of heavy gold floated above Nynaeve's head, and above Elayne's, a red-hot iron and an axe.

The only man completely at peace is a man without a navel.

The glow of the Power winked on around the women in the line, like a row of lanterns being lit.

Mat sacudió con asombro la cabeza. «¿Cuánta gente hay en los tejados esta noche?» Sólo faltaba que se presentara Thom y se pusiera a tocar el arpa, o alguien preguntando las señas de una posada.

Where better for us to wait until the Wheel weaves us out in new lives than in the World of Dreams?

Better to try understanding the sun than a woman

The wheel weaves as the wheel wills.

Tiraremos los dados y que caigan como caigan, achucharemos a las chicas ya sean bajas o altas, y luego seguiremos al joven Mat, vaya donde vaya, a bailar con la Dama de las Sombras que nos aguarda.

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.

To marry the Daughter of the Nine Moons!" "To die and live again, and live once more a part of what was!" "To give up half the light of the world to save the world!" Together they howled like steam escaping under pressure. "Go to Rhuidean, son of battles! Go to Rhuidean, trickster! Go, gambler! Go!

Why did you come up here, Sheriam Sedai?" For

Women are a maze through briars in the night

She was young—no older than he was, perhaps—and tall for a woman, with black hair to her shoulders. A nose that just missed being too large and too bold, a generous mouth, high cheekbones, and dark, slightly tilted eyes. He could not quite decide whether she was beautiful or not. As soon as he looked down, she turned to address one of the serving women and did not glance at the stairs again, but he was sure he had been right. She had been staring at him.

The best way to keep a secret is to tell no one

Rain," that word still came clumsily too, "coming from a bowl. There are snares and pitfalls around the bowl. If the right hands pick it up, they will find a treasure perhaps as great as the bowl. If the wrong hands, the world is doomed. The key to finding the bowl is to find the one who is no longer.

Five ride forth, and four return. Above the watchers shall he proclaim himself, bannered cross the sky in fire. .

As well ask what sort of animal ivory comes from, or what kind of plant grows silk. Unless that comes from an animal, too." "I

a Myrddraal, like a sleek-moving man with maggot-white skin in black armor, like death made bloodless flesh.

Lord Luc, of course, was brother to Tigraine, then the Daughter-Heir of Andor, and he vanished in the Blight. Who Isam is, or what he has to do with Luc, I do not know, however." "We

Who are you that addresses me so? Hide your face from me, stranger. I had a son, once, with a face like that. I do not wish to see it on a killer.

It was the room where they

What about me?" Her grin stopped just short of outright laughter. "The same kind of things as the rest. A sword that isn't a sword, a golden crown of laurel leaves, a beggar's staff, you pouring water on sand, a bloody hand and a white-hot iron, three women standing over a funeral bier with you on it, black rock wet with blood—

The same kind of things as the rest. A sword that isn't a sword, a golden crown of laurel leaves, a beggar's staff, you pouring water on sand, a bloody hand and a white-hot iron, three women standing over a funeral bier with you on it, black rock wet with blood—

The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills,' was Moiraine's reply. She stood in the doorway looking more Aes Sedai than he ever remembered her, ageless, with dark eyes that seemed ready to swallow him, slight and slender yet so regal she could have commanded a roomful of queens if she could not channel a spark. That blue stone on her forehead was catching the light again. 'You will do well, Rand.' He stared at the door long after it closed behind them.