The Shadow Rising (The Wheel of Time, #4)

by Robert Jordan

you could weave silk from pig bristles before you could make a man anything but a man.

Confrontation was not her way when it could be avoided; her mother always said it was better to guide people than try to hammer them into line.

What he had done was right, but he could not expect her to see it. Even if she knew why, she would not see it. It was the right thing. It was. He only wished he felt better about the entire matter. It was hardly fair that he could be right and still feel in the wrong.

“Does that make a difference?” “Death comes for all men, Perrin.” It was hardly a comforting answer.

Do not trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.’

“Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain.”

“We must accept what comes. Our sufferings are sent to test our faithfulness.

If you plan for the worst, all surprises are pleasant.”

Things are stone hard, and most men are trying to look after their own families the best they can.

“Hate can grow till it burns everything else out of you.”

“that you should believe nothing you hear, and only half of what you see.”

The worst sin a general can commit, worse than blundering, worse than losing, worse than anything, is to desert the men who depend on him.”

“I cannot abide a man who smiles too much.”

Swing a hammer in haste, and you usually hit your own thumb.

“The Way of the Leaf is not only to do no violence,” Ila said gently, “but to accept what comes. The leaf falls in its proper time, uncomplaining.

“Mother says the worst thing Father ever did to her was vow never to be angry with her. It took her a year to force him to take it back, and she says he was hardly fit to live with long before then from holding in. You will be angry with me, Perrin, and I with you. If you want to make me another wedding vow, vow you will not hide it when you are. I cannot deal with what you will not let me see, my husband.