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.
In wars, boy, fools kill other fools for foolish causes
Dance with her, and she will forgive much. Dance well, and she will forgive anything.
Hammer the iron that lies on your anvil instead of daydreaming about working silver.
A secret spoken finds wings.
As the Wheel of Time turns, places wear many names. Men wear many names, many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. Yet no one knows the Great Pattern the Wheel weaves, or even the Pattern of an Age. We can only watch, and study, and hope.