A woman's eyes cut deeper than a knife.
A spoonful of hope and a cup of despair
Bound by the Oath against lying, Aes Sedai had carried the halftruth, the quarter-truth and the implication to arts.
Better to have one woman on your side than ten men.
Only a battle lost is sadder than a battle won.
She understood his eyes, colder than winter's heart. A man who knew he was dead and couldn't make himself care; you are spared that. Mashiara. His lost love.