Bashere shrugged, grinning brhind his grey-streaked moustaches, "When I first slept in a saddle, Muad Cheade was Marshal-General. The man was as mad as a hare in spring thaw. Twice every day he searched his bodyservant for poison, and he drank nothin...
A man without trust might as well be dead.
A man falling off a cliff to certain death will stretch out a hand even to his worst enemy.
What is too absurd to be believed is believed because it is too absurd to be a lie.
Often you don't know whether a woman is friend, enemy or lover until it is too late. Sometimes, she is all three.
Bound by the Oath against lying, Aes Sedai [carry] the half-truth, the quarter-truth and the implication to arts.
Let most men have a finger and they will have the whole hand before you know. Let a clan cheif have a finger and he will have the entire arm.
One more dance along the razor's edge finished. Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today.
People are people, low or high.
As many roads down as up, and the roads down as slippery as the others.
Give me your trust, said the Aes Sedai. On my shoulders I support the sky. Trust me to know and to do what is best, And I will take care of the rest. But trust is the color of a dark seed growing. Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing. Trust ...
Women do not become exhausted they only exhaust others.
