The end is near," Moridin said. "The Wheel has groaned its final rotation, the clock has lost its spring, the serpent heaves its final gasps.

The wheel weaves as the wheel wills

Dovie'andi se tovya sagain (It's time to roll the dice) - Matrim Cauthon

Facing them (men) with knives and spears was much easier than loving them, much easier.

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

Two days' hunger made a fine sauce for anything.

There's no time for winking at the men when you're busy bailing the boat.