Kittens tangle your yarn, men tangle your wits, and it’s simple as breathing for both.
when what they do is hidden, men sometimes deal with strangers in ways they wouldn’t if there were other eyes to see.
The leaf lives its appointed time, and does not struggle against the wind that carries it away. The leaf does no harm, and finally falls to nourish new leaves. So it should be with all men and women.
I’ll not have you bleeding to death on me. That would be just like you, to die and leave me the work of burying you. You have no consideration.
Bound by the Oath against lying, Aes Sedai [carry] the half-truth, the quarter-truth and the implication to arts.
All men are ignorant, Aes Sedai. The topics of our ignorance may change, but the nature of the world is that no man may know everything.
He was not as she remembered. His features were the same, but his face was hard. Blue ice made his eyes. The bloody rips in his coat and breeches, the blood on his face, seemed to suit that face.
Blank eyes. Empty eyes. A doll’s eyes. Eyes more dead than death.
Wildfire did not run through dry woods as fast as gossip ran through women.
I will put gold in your room for the journey. And I will let it be whispered about that I have sent you out to a farm to hoe cabbages. Will Elayne be going with you?