Hammer the iron that lies on your anvil instead of daydreaming about working silver.
Mat had tried to make her say she saw a hat floating around Mat's head. That would persuade Tuon to stop trying to get rid of his, would it not?
We all make our limits, and we set them further out than we have any right.
Facing them (men) with knives and spears was much easier than loving them, much easier.
Death comes to us all; we can only choose how to face it when it comes.
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.