Robert Jordan (1948 – 2007)
Under which he is best known as the author of the bestselling The Wheel of Time fantasy series.
If wishes were wings, pigs would fly.
Women do not become exhausted, they only exhaust others.
If it hurts too much, make it hurt someone else instead.
A gnarled old branch dulls the blade that severs a sapling.
An Aes Sedai never lies, but the truth she speaks, may not be the truth you think you hear.
Cheer the bull, or cheer the bear; cheer both, and you will be trampled and eaten.
Prophecy is most dangerous when you try to make it happen... The Pattern weaves itself around you, but when you try to weave it, even you cannot hold it.
The leaf lives its appointed time, and does not struggle against the wind that carries it away. The leaf does no harm, and finally falls to nourish new leaves. So it should be with all men. And women.
I forget nothing, Aes Sedai. I said six could come, but I count nine. I said you would be on an equal footing with the Tower emissaries, and for bringing nine, you will be. They are on their knees, Aes Sedai. Kneel!
One pretty woman means fun at the dance. Two pretty women mean trouble in the house. Three pretty women mean run for the hills.
There are things worth fighting for.
A cat for a hat, or a hat for a cat. But nothing for nothing.
Have you finished sharing your wisdom, Jasin Natael?
A man is a man, on a throne or in a pigsty.
Sleep well and wake, Rand al'Thor.
You break your neck, and I’ll see it mended just so I can break it again.
We can't go back, Mat. The Wheel has turned, for better or worse. And it will keep 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 is it turns....
What is too absurd to believe is believed because it is too absurd to be a lie.
I think the woman was born in Far Madding in a thunderstorm. She probably told the thunder to be quiet. It probably did.
Do you know how to unite the people behind you, Child Carridin? The quickest way? Loose a lion - a rabid lion - in the streets. And when panic grips the people, once it has turned their bowels to water, calmly tell them you will deal with it. Then you kill it, and order them to hang the carcass up where everyone can see. Before they have time to think, you give another order, and it will be obeyed. And if you continue to give orders, they will continue to obey, for you will be the one who saved them, and who better to lead?