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

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Nynaeve always fought anything she had not thought of herself.

May you shelter in the palm of the Creator's hand, and may the last embrace of the mother welcome you home.

Death comes to us all; we can only choose how to face it when it comes.

You can ask or demand anything of me, but never to let you die without trying to save you. The day you die, I die.

The thief-catcher looked as if he would rather clean the cages with his bare hands. The lions' cages, with the lions inside.

He was not as she remembered. His features were the same, but his face was hard. Blue ice made his eyes. The bloody rips in his coat and breeches, the blood on his face, seemed to suit that face.

Well, Mat thought, guess I can take that. For now.

Sprinklewort, Mat said. It'll turn her mouth blue for a week, maybe two. And she won't share the sweetbuns with anyone, except maybe her Warders. Joline is addicted to the things. She must have eaten seven or eight bags' worth since we got to Caemlyn.

It looks a good plan to me. As good as any till the arrows start flying.

Only a fool thinks a lion or a woman can truly be tamed.

There must be a difference in what you saw, it seemed to him, depending on whether you sought adventure or had it forced on you.

If you wish, you may call me Rand Sedai.

My mother says men are different from us. She says we want to be in love, but only with the one we want; a man needs to be in love, but he will love the first woman to tie a string to his heart. - Egwene, speaking to Elayne.

You can never know everything, Lan said quietly, and part of what you know is always wrong. Perhaps even the most important part. A portion of wisdom lies in knowing that. A portion of courage lies in going on anyway.