Robert Jordan (1948 – 2007)
Under which he is best known as the author of the bestselling The Wheel of Time fantasy series.
The woman learns nothing. The Aes Sedai we served in the Age of Legends could not have been such fools.
A man without trust might as well be dead.
You cannot please everyone. You cannot soothe everyone.
Masema. That had been his name. He'd earned his sword on his fifteenth birthday. His father had been so proud. It's over, then, he thought, unable to keep his eyes open. He closed them, falling as if through an endless void. Did I do well, Father, or did I fail?
Oh, I do remember you. The one with the fla- the mouth. Ragan thought you could skin and butcher a blo- bull at ten paces with your tongue. Chaena and Nangu thought fifty.
Let the dead rest, and care for the living.
You can never know everything, 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.
I will see you tonight. Or I will see you dead.
"I once saw a man hanging from a cliff," he said slowly. "The brink was crumbling beneath his fingers, and the only thing near enough to grasp was a tuft of grass, a few long blades with roots barely clinging to the rock. The only chance he had of climbing back up on the cliff. So he grabbed it." His abrupt chuckle held no mirth. "He had to know it would pull free."
Trust is as slippery as a basket of eels sometimes.
If you don’t look for snakes, you cannot complain when one bites you.
Yes, Betrayer of Hope. So have men named me, just as they named you Dragon, but unlike you I embrace the name. They gave me the name to revile me, but I will yet make them kneel and worship it.
I lead no armies, Warder. I command nothing save myself, and not always that.
The weak must be bold cautiously.
A weeping woman is a bucket with no bottom.
What I love I destroy. What I destroy, I love.
Lan shook his head slightly. "He was better. But he thought I was finished, with only one arm. He never understood. You surrender after you're dead."
Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain.
There was a price to be paid for any decision he made. There was a price for who he was. Other people paid it.
Better ten days of love than years of regretting.