I wonder if, Nynaeve said, we sometimes put the White Tower —as an institution— before the people we serve. I wonder if we let it become a goal in itself, instead of a means to help us achieve greater goals.

Larine had a bright future ahead of her, but she had to learn to obey the rules before she could begin learning which could be broken and when.

At least Aielwomen did not walk around with their noses in the air, or think you should jump just because they said so. Of course, some of their games were on the rough side, and they did have the habit of trying to kill you now and again.

Always plan ahead, Lini used to say, but worry too hard over next year, and you can trip over tomorrow.

We are alike in many ways, you and I. There is darkness in us. Darkness, pain, death. They radiate from us. If ever you love a woman, Rand, leave her and let her find another. It will be the best gift you can give her.

What he did know was that he was dangerous; he had nothing to offer any woman except pain.

Cheer the bull, or cheer the bear; cheer both, and you will be trampled and eaten.

If you ever meet a Malkieri, Noal said, you tell him Jain Farstrider died clean. I will, Jain, Mat said. May the light hold you. Noal.

When you wish for so long that you could hear something, and then suddenly, with no warning, you do, it is like a lightning strike and rain on parched ground at the same time. You're stunned, but you cannot hear enough.

The key to leadership is in the rippling waves.

If you don't know everything, you must go on with what you do know.

It was an odd thing Tam had taught him. Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it—fear, hate, anger—until your mind became empty. Become one with the void, Tam said, and you could do anything.

Anger made for hasty decisions and rash words that sometimes were hard to take back.

The roar behind him was louder than anything he had ever heard in his life; a monstrous fist punched him in the back, knocking all the wind out of him even before he landed, sprawled on his belly on the wall top, barely holding on to his staff as it swung over the edge.

Does it make you brave to stick your hand in a bear's mouth? Would you do it again just because you didn't die?

Why was it women could go to pieces or fly into a rage at the smallest thing, yet never flicker an eyelash at what left you gaping?

What are you two blathering about? she said sharply. Just things that men talk about, Lan replied. You wouldn't understand, Rand said.

Knowing serves no real purpose, but then, neither does not knowing. Myself, I always prefer knowing to not.

If a sword had memory, it might be grateful to the forge fire, but never fond of it.

He's not a total idiot. In fact, he has a good head on his shoulders. He thinks like a woman, most of the time.

Feel it. Know it. Be it. You and the bud are the same. You are one. You are the bud.

Respond to demands with silence, respond to challenges with questions.

It was easier to be brave, he discovered, when someone needed your protection.

If anything belongs in the Shepherd of the Night's flocks, lad, it's Trollocs.

Run when you have to, fight when you must, rest when you can.

You could forget who you were if you forgot where you came from, and sometimes the innkeeper's daughter from Emond's Field seemed a stranger to her.

Lord Rand," Nynaeve snorted. "That young man is growing too big for his breeches. When I get my hand on him, I'll lord him.

Men listened closer to calm tones than to the loudest shouts, so long as firmness and certainty accompanied the calm.

The old blood is indeed still strong in the Two Rivers.

Men kept sticking their hands in the fire thinking this time it would not burn, so.

When you saw me with a dagger in hand - as if to throw at you - you didn't call for your guards. You didn't fear I was here to kill you. You looked over your shoulder to see what I was aiming at. That's the most loving gesture I think a man could receive from a woman. Unless you'd like to sit on my knee for a while...

Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.

All men are ignorant, Aes Sedai. The topics of our ignorance may change, but the nature of the world is that no man may know everything.

I'm only an old gleeeman,' he said from the door. 'Who could I possibly be dangerous to?

One more dance along the razor's edge finished. Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today.

Better to have one woman on your side than ten men.

He did not think anyone needed to look after Nynaeve; around Nynaeve, to his mind, other people needed someone to look after them.

Hero! He was no hero! What did a hero get? An Aes Sedai patting you on the head before she sent you out like a hound to do it again. A noblewoman condescending to favor you with a kiss, or laying a flower on your grave.

If you plan for the worst, all surprises are pleasant.

If you have a sword, and the Aielman has his bare hands, it is an even fight. If you're good.

Burn me," Mat said, throwing on the shirt he dug out of the bundle. "I'll give you a hundred Tar Valon marks if you do it, just so I can tell the story.

He had gone right through fear and come out the other side in some place cold. Anger was all that kept him warm. They could gentle him, or burn him to a crisp where he stood, and he no longer cared.

When change comes, you can scream and try to force things to stay the same. But you’ll usually end up getting trampled. However, if you can direct the changes, they can serve you.

Suddenly, Olver felt a deep warmth. He had lost so many peolpe, but one of them...one...had come back for him.

There were more important uses for that time. One thing at a time, and the most important first. That was his way.

Take what you can have. Rejoice in what you can save, and do not mourn your losses too long.

Suddenly he grinned, but his grin was as dark as a scowl; his eyes sparkled merrily, laughing at the foot of the gallows.

Some people thought scars a sign of toughness. It seemed to Perrin that fewer scars meant that you knew what you were doing.

Ila was giving me advice on being a woman, Egwene replied absently. He began laughing, and she gave him a hooded, dangerous look that he failed to see. Advice! Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are. That, Egwene said, is probably why you make such a bad job of it. Up ahead, Elyas cackled loudly.