Quotes About Fate

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

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

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.

You cannot escape so easily, Dragon. It is not done between us. It will not be done until the end of time.

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.

Just because fate has chosen something for you instead of you choosing it for yourself doesn't mean it has to be bad.

Rand, maybe that's the answer they give to everybody. Those snake people, I mean. Got to Rhuidean. Maybe we don't have to be here at all.' He did not believe it, but with that fog staring him in the face. ... Rand turned his head to look at him, not speaking. Finally he said, 'They never mentioned Rhuidean to me, Mat.' 'Oh, burn me,' he muttered.

The Wheel of Time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of time. But it was a beginning.

Light, why did the Pattern have to catch me up with you? Why couldn't I have something safe and simple, like being shipwrecked with no food and a dozen hungry Aielmen?

Stay and get married, or travel the Ways. Loial grimaced ruefully. Life is very unsettling with ta'veren for friends.

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.

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

He will take you back, and he will destroy you. I bring change, Rand said sadly. Not peace, but turmoil. Destruction follows on my heels everywhere. Will there ever be anywhere I do not tear apart? What will be, will be, Rhuarc. I can't change it.

We have almost always been linked, Brigitte told Nynaeve without taking her eyes from Cain's. He is usually born well before me--so I know my time approches again when I cannot find him--and I usually hate him at first sight in the flesh. But we nearly always end lovers or wed. A simple story, but I think we have spun it out in a thousand variations.

As she spoke, the dice started tumbling inside his head.

Death came for every man eventually, and seldom where or when he expected.

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.

Just because fate has chosen something for you instead of you choosing it for yourself doesn't mean it has to be bad. Even if it's something you are sure you would never have chosen in a hundred years. 'Better ten days of love than years of regretting,' " she quoted.

I've seen men die because they were sure that what should not happen, would not.

You do not realize what it means that you force the form of the Age Lace, do you? The ripples of your actions, the ripples of your very existence, spread across the threads of which you will never be aware. The battle is far from yours alone. Yet you stand in the heart of this web in the Pattern. Should you fail, and fall, all fails and fall.

And at the end of every life, as he lay dying, as he drew his final breath, a voice whispered in his ear. I have won again, Lews Therin. Flicker

We'll toss the dice however they fall, And snuggle the girls be they short or tall, Then follow young Mat whenever he calls, To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.

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