Two hands. One to destroy, the other to save. Which had he lost?
Dance with her, and she will forgive much. Dance well, and she will forgive anything.
Often you don't know whether a woman is friend, enemy or lover until it is too late. Sometimes, she is all three.
Sometimes six and six make a dozen, and sometimes they make a mess
If you must mount the gallows, give a jest to the crowd, a coin the hangman, and make the drop with a smile on your lips.
If any of these women had been here instead of Nynaeve, the world would have ended.