Robert Jordan (1948 – 2007)
Under which he is best known as the author of the bestselling The Wheel of Time fantasy series.
Wounds to the pride are remembered long after wounds to the flesh.
I know how to take a man out of his miseries. Give him a swift kick, or else get him drunk and find him a pr-...
When there are fish heads and blood in the water, you don’t need to see the silverpike to know they are there.
Death comes for us all. We can only choose how to face it when it comes.
Nothing ever goes as you expect. Expect nothing, and you will not be surprised. Expect nothing. Hope for nothing. Nothing.
The arrogance of men never ceases to amaze me. You all think everything has to do with you, and every woman has to desire you.
It seems to me that kings — and queens — can be fools when they forget what they are and act like who they are, but they’re worse when they only remember what they are and forget who.
Mourn if you must. But mourn on the march to Tarmon Gai'don.
I came to bloody rescue you. Burn me if I expected to be greeted as if I had come to steal a pie.
We are going to tickle some Aes Sedai under the chin, rescue a mule, and put a snip-nosed girl on the Lion Throne. Oh, yes. That's Aviendha. Don't look at her crosswise, or she'll try to cut your throat and probably slit her own by mistake.
But she was a fount of Power, drawn from deep within the fluted rod in her hands, channeled through a group of novices and Accepted hiding in the room behind, bound to her in circle. Egwene was part of the fires that burned in the Tower, bloodying the sky with their flames, painting the air with their smoke. She almost seemed not a being of flesh, but one of pure Power, sending judgment to those who had dared bring war to the Tower itself. Blasts of lightning stormed from the sky, the clouds churning above. Fire sprouted from her hands.
Men always seem to refuse to admit they are sick until they’re sick enough to make twice as much work for women. Then they claim they’re well too soon, with the same result.
Always plan for the worst, that way all your surprises will be pleasant ones.
Do not trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.
The Wheel of Time and the wheel of a man's life turn alike without pity or mercy.
You could weave silk from pig bristles before you could make a man anything but a man.
To fight the raven you may make alliance with the serpent until the battle is done.
Schemes within schemes. The Great Serpent is a good sign for you Aes Sedai, I think. Someday you may swallow yourselves by accident.
If you pursue two hares, both will escape you.
Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are.