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

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Or maybe you think you aren't worth loving? Is.

The trick is not to satisfy everyone, but to leave everyone feeling they reached the best possible result.

Life is uncertainty and struggle, choice and change; one who knew how her life was woven into the Pattern as well as she knew how a thread was laid into a carpet would have the life of an animal. If she did not go mad. Humankind is made for uncertainty, struggle, choice and change.

Mat snorted. I don't want to be any bloody hero.

Remember the flame, lad, and the void. 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.

There is one rule, above all others, for being a man. Whatever comes, face it on your feet.

The only people I ever met who were sensible all the time were so boring that watching them could put you to sleep.

He said the Dark One intended to blind the Eye of the World, and slay the Great Serpent, kill time itself.

A hunter? You? You can not be a hunter. You are a GIRL. - Perin Ibarra to Faiel, in the Dragon Reborn.

Don't trust. Trust is death. Kill him. Kill them all. Oh, to die and be done, done with it all, sleep without dreams, dreams of Ilyena, forgive me, Ilyena, no forgiveness, only death, deserve to die. . . . Rand.

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.

Mat opened his eyes slowly and stared up at the white plaster ceiling, wondering where he was and how he had come there. An intricate fringe of gilded leaves bordered the ceiling, and the mattress under his back felt plumped full of feathers.

The sun rose reluctantly, without warmth.

Eldrith Jhondar, seated at a lapis-inlaid table beneath a hanging on one white-plastered wall, was making careful notes from a tattered manuscript; sometimes she absently cleaned the nib of her pen on the sleeve of her dark wool dress. Marillin.