Quotes About Destiny

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.

La Rueda teje según sus designios y en su momento. La paciencia es una virtud que debe aprenderse, pero todos debemos estar dispuestos a aceptar el cambio en un instante.

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.

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

Robert Jordan

Twice the Dragon, for the price he must pay.

Asl?nda insanlar asla deÄŸiÅŸmiyordu, ama dünya rahats?z edici ölçüde düzenli bir biçimde deÄŸiÅŸiyordu. Bu gerçekle yaÅŸamay? öÄŸrenmek zorundayd?n?z ya da en az?ndan o gerçeÄŸin içinde canl? kalmay?. Zaman zaman, ÅŸans?n?z varsa, deÄŸiÅŸimlerin yönünü etkileyebilirdiniz, ama bir tanesini durdursan?z bile bir baÅŸkas?n? harekete geçirmiÅŸ olurdunuz.

I did not come to Tarwin's Gap to retreat, Agelmar." "Dai Shan, I'm led to believe you came here to die.

The Stone of Tear will never fall till the People of the Dragon come.

He shall spill out the blood of those who call themselves Aiel as water on sand, and he shall break them as dried twigs, yet the remnant of a remnant shall he save, and they shall live.

I am Elayne Trakand," she announced loudly, surprised at how calm she sounded. Her voice carried, and across the great plaza people turned from staring at her companions to stare at her. The ancient formula rolled from her tongue. "In the name of House Trakand, by right of descent from Ishara, I have come to claim the Lion Throne of Andor, if the Light wills it so.

We all do as we must, as the Pattern decrees. For some there is less freedom than for others. It does not matter whether we choose or are chosen. What must be, must be.

You must learn to ride fate. Only by surrendering to the Pattern can you begin to have some control over the course of your own life. If you fight, the Pattern will still force you, and you will find only misery where you might have found contentment instead.

Daughter of the Night, she walks again. The ancient war, she yet fights. Her new lover she seeks, who shall serve her and die, yet serve still.

Kan ve lanet küller!

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

What fate?" The three were on their feet atop the pedestals, and he could not tell which shrieked which answer. "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!

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. . . .

Leafblighter means to blind the Eye of the World, Lost One. He means to slay the Great Serpent. Warn the People, Lost One. Sightburner comes. Tell them to stand ready for He Who Comes With the Dawn. Tell them. . . .

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—

Rand thrust his hands high and channeled. "I am the Dragon Reborn!" The words boomed across the square, amplified by Air and Fire, and flames shot up from his hands a hundred feet. Behind him, the Asha'man filled the sky with balls of fire streaking in every direction. All save Dashiva, who made blue lightnings crackle in a jagged web above the square.

Abraza la muerte —murmuró Bukama en un tono que semejaba frío acero, y Lan oyó a otros hombres de las Tierras Fronterizas repetir sus palabras. Él sólo las pensó; con eso bastaba. La muerte llegaba a buscar a todos los hombres antes o después y rara vez lo hacía cuando se la esperaba. Por supuesto, había quien moría en su cama, pero desde la infancia Lan había sabido que ése no sería su caso.

When the winds of Tarmon Gai'don scour the earth, he will face the Shadow and bring forth Light again in the world.