Crossroads of Twilight (The Wheel of Time, #10)

by Robert Jordan

And it shall come to pass, in the days when the Dark Hunt rides, when the right hand falters and the left hand strays, that mankind shall come to the Crossroads of Twilight and all that is, all that was, and all that will be shall balance on the point of a sword, while the winds of the Shadow grow. —From The Prophecies of the Dragon, translation believed done by Jain Charin, known as Jain Farstrider, shortly before his disappearance

The innocent died along with the guilty. And if you did nothing, then only the innocent died. Or as bad as died.

Tears could get in your way if you let them, but a few tears shed at night could help you make it through the next day.

When you were surrounded by enemies, it was good to have a sister and a friend close by.

Always plan ahead, Lini used to say, but worry too hard over next year, and you can trip over tomorrow.

When people had to obey you in one thing, they always found ways to wriggle away on others, and the more they were forced to obey, the more places they found for wriggling away. It was a natural balance you could not escape.

Saidin … An avalanche of burning stone. Collapsing mountains of ice. It feels cleaner than when I first linked with Jahar, but anything could hide in that chaos. Anything.

People never really changed, yet the world did, with disturbing regularity. You just had to live with it, or at least live through it.

The Creator had made the world and then left humankind to make of it what they would, a heaven or the Pit of Doom by their choosing.

Fortune rides like the sun on high with the fox that makes the ravens fly. Luck his soul, the lightning his eye, He snatches the moons from out of the sky.