Winter's Heart

A man who trusts everyone is a fool and a man who trusts no one is a fool. We are all fools if we live long enough.

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.

The seals that hold back night shall weaken, and in the heart of winter shall winter's heart be born amid the wailing of lamentations and the gnashing of teeth, for winter's heart shall ride a black horse, and the name of it is Death. -from The Karaethon Cycle: The Prophecies of the Dragon

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.

I think the woman was born in Far Madding in a thunderstorm. She probably told the thunder to be quiet. It probably did.

Great captains earned their reputation not just for laying brilliant plans, but for still being able to find victory after those plans began to fall apart.

You can never know everything,” Lan said quietly, “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.

Take what you want, and pay for it, the old saying went.

There was nothing a woman would not tell you if you kissed her enough.

A man who trusts everyone is a fool, Lews Therin said, and a man who trusts no one is a fool. We are all fools, if we live long enough.

Battles can alter history. He did not sound pleased with it. The trouble is, sometimes you cannot say how history will be changed until it is too late.

Women lied to get a man into bed, and they lied worse once they had him there.

Most people were more willing to talk about fighting than to do it, especially against soldiers.

Beauty flees,”[...]Will you no longer be you? 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 wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

It was a simple truth; the Creator made women so men would not find life too easy.

Tai’shar Manetheren,” he said softly. Nynaeve’s mouth fell open, then curled into a tremulous smile. Sudden tears glistened in her eyes as she spun to face him, her face joyous. He smiled back at her, and there was nothing cold in his eyes. Elayne

Light, women would believe anything about a man so long as it was bad. And the worse it was, the more they had to talk about it.

You did not rise in the ships just through your ability to Weave the Winds or predict the weather or fix a position. You needed to read the intent that lay between the words of your orders, to interpret small gestures and facial expressions; you had to notice who deferred to whom, even subtly, for courage and ability alone took you only so high.

Yamada might be a good general—Mat did not know—but he had never stood a chance against Riselle and that marvelous bosom.

Wildfire did not run through dry woods as fast as gossip ran through women.

She probably told the thunder to be quiet. It probably did.

I know who you are, and I wish you well, but I also wish you gone from Far Madding. The Dragon Reborn leaves death and destruction where he steps. I now know why you are here, too. You killed Rochaid, and Kisman also is dead. Torval and Gedwyn have taken the top floor above a bootmaker named Zeram on Blue Carp Street, just above the Illian Gate. Kill them and go, and leave Far Madding in peace.

Nynaeve always fought anything she had not thought of herself.

Strangely, she still felt no fear. She thought if she survived this, she would never feel fear again.

You’d be surprised what my Asha’man would dare.