Some said Delana was sucessful as a mediator because both sides would agree just to make her stop staring at them.

If you wish, you may call me Rand Sedai.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. 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.

Why, that's like being told to go up in the hills to find lions, only you do not know whether there are any lions, but if there are, they may be hunting you, and they may be disguised as bushes. Oh, and if you find any lions, try not to let them eat you before you can tell where they are. -Elayne

Duty is heavy as a mountain, death is light as a feather.

A flapping tongue has killed more men than sudden storms ever did.

The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.