Always plan for the worst, child; that way, all your surprises will be pleasant ones.

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.

hope is like a piece of string when you’re drowning; it just isn’t enough to get you out by itself.

May you shelter in the palm of the Creator's hand, and may the last embrace of the mother welcome you home.

Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today. -- Mat Cauthon

At my age, if I make it up, it's still an old saying.

But it was an ending.