Most of those we call heroes only did what they had to do.
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.
Run when you have to, fight when you must, rest when you can.
We rode on the winds of the rising storm, We ran to the sounds of the thunder. We danced among the lightning bolts, and tore the world asunder.
A flapping tongue has killed more men than sudden storms ever did.
Take what you can have. Rejoice in what you can save, and do not mourn your losses for too long.