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

by Robert Jordan

There was a difference between being proud of a grand fireplace in your hall and walking into the flames.

“This is a fine mess you’ve put me in.” “Me? What did I do?” “Well, if you don’t know, I am certainly not going to tell you.”

My mother says men are different from us. She says we want to be in love, but only with the one we want; a man needs to be in love, but he will love the first woman to tie a string to his heart.”

She had found that a kind word and a little praise were usually received as well as silver was, if not better.