Tuon's eyes snapped open, and despite the dim light, she focused directly on Mat. She saw the knife in his hand, ready to throw. Then she looked over her shoulder.

There were many good years. Good decades, good centuries. We believed we were living in paradise. Perhaps that was our downfall. We wanted our lives to be perfect, so we ignored imperfections. Problems were magnified through inattention and war might have become inevitable if the Bore hadn't ever made.

Women often seemed to leave things unsaid, and in his limited experience it was what they did not say that proved the most trouble.

Take what you can have. Rejoice in what you can save, and do not mourn your losses for too long.

The wheel weaves as the wheel wills

Does it make you brave to stick your hand in a bear's mouth? Would you do it again just because you didn't die?

He came like the wind, like the wind touched everything, and like the wind was gone. -from The Dragon Reborn. By Loial, son of Arent son of Halan, the Fourth Age.