The Golden Crane Flies For Tarmon Gai'don!

In The Borderlands, Sheepherder, If A Man Has The Raising Of A Child, That Child Is His, And None Can Say Different.

The Oak Fought The Wind And Was Broken, The Willow Bent When It Must And Survived.

And His Paths Shall Be Many, And Who Shall Know His Name, For He Shall Be Beorn Among Us Many Times, In Many Guises, As He Has Been And Ever Will Be, Time Without End. His Coming Shall Be Like The Sharp Edge Of The Plow, Turning Our Lives In Furrows Form Out Of The Places Where We Lie In Our Silence. The Breaker Of Binds; The Forger Of Chains. The Maker Of Futures; The Unshaper Of Destiny. -from Commentaries On The Prophecies Of The Dragon, By Jurith Dorine, Right Hand To The Queen Of Almoren, 742 Ab, The Third Age

A Woman's Eyes Cut Deeper Than A Knife.

Only A Battle Lost Is Sadder Than A Battle Won.