Quotes About Fate

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.

They said Janduin claimed this man looked like Shaiel, and he would not raise his spear when the man ran him through.

Callandor. Who wields me wields destiny. Take me, and begin the final journey.

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.

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.

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

To choose is our fate. If you have no choice, then you aren't a man at all. You're a puppet…

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.

When you knew you were going to hang, the only thing to do was grin at the noose

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.

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. . . .

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—

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.

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.

Well, you heard what Moiraine said. It's as if some dead man was speaking with my mouth. I don't like it.