Robert Jordan (1948 – 2007)
Under which he is best known as the author of the bestselling The Wheel of Time fantasy series.
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.
Rand is the one who is supposed to go mad. And here I am, talking to an axe!
You never escape the traps you spin yourself. Only a greater power can break a power, and then you're trapped again. Trapped forever so you cannot die.
My mother always told me the best way to learn to deal with a man was to learn to ride a mule. She said they have about equal brains most of the time. Sometimes the mule is smarter.
...but who can know the heart of a man? Not even he himself, I suspect. A man is the easiest animal to put on a leash, and the hardest to keep leashed. Even when he chooses it himself.
Take what you can have. Rejoice in what you can save, and do not mourn your losses too long.
Wanting won’t make a stone cheese. But he still smells like cheese to me.
Victors write history. Had I taken the Stone of Tear, history would have shown I was born on the slopes of Dragonmount, of a woman never touched by a man, and that the heavens opened up in radiance to herald my coming. The sort of thing they say about you, now.
We are all fools sometimes, child, yet a wise woman learns to limit how often. Since you seem to have finished breakfast, I suggest you rid yourself of that mug and find something to do before you find yourself in hot water instead. Have you ever considered cutting your hair short? No matter. Off with you.