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.

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A man without trust might as well be dead.

If wishes were wings, sheep would fly.

Care for the living. I'll weep for the dead later. - Perrin Aybara.

He has forgotten how to laugh except in bitterness; there are no tears left in him. Unless he finds laughter and tears again, the world faces disaster.

How could a merchant lead people? Did not merchants have to focus on their wares? It was ridiculous.

Blood and bloody ashes. Even dead women treated him the way Nynaeve did. Where did they learn it? Were there secret lessons?

Who we were is lost to all men, and life is bitter.

Always something new, always something I didn't expect, and sometimes it isn't horrible.

She made me like her, and I cannot stop, and I hate her for it! Said.

But men often mistake killing and revenge for justice. They seldom have the stomach for justice.

What is too absurd to believe is believed because it is too absurd to be a lie.

All of you, fare well, and may you shelter in the palm of the Creator's hand.

Your body is only clothing. Your flesh will wither, but you are your heart and mind, and they do not change except to grow stronger.

The people seemed nearly ostentatious about minding their own business.