You ride to battle?" Karede asked. "I was thinking more of a saunter," Mat said. He shook his head. "I need a feel for what Demandred is doing...I'm going out there, Karede, and putting you fellows between me and the Trollocs sounds delightful. Are you coming?

A spoonful of hope and a cup of despair

We are always more afraid than we wish to be, but we can always be braver than we expect.

A man falling off a cliff to certain death will stretch out a hand even to his worst enemy.

Hardness shatters; strength endures.

Two hands. One to destroy, the other to save. Which had he lost?

She understood his eyes, colder than winter's heart. A man who knew he was dead and couldn't make himself care; you are spared that. Mashiara. His lost love.