The Wheel Weaves As The Wheel Wills

You Have Made A Place In My Heart Where I Thought There Was No Room For Anything Else. You Have Made Flowers Grow Where I Cultivated Dust And Stones. Remember This, On This Journey You Insist On Making. If You Die, I Will Not Survive You Long.

A Weeping Woman Is A Bucket With No Bottom.

The Nobles And The Noble Houses Maneuver For Advantage. They Do Things They Think Will Help Them, Or Hurt And Enemy, Or Both. Usually, It's All Done In Secrecy, Or If Not, They Try To Make It Seem As If They're Doing Something Other Than What They Are.

The End Is Near," Moridin Said. "the Wheel Has Groaned Its Final Rotation, The Clock Has Lost Its Spring, The Serpent Heaves Its Final Gasps.

You're Not Asking Me To Guess The Mind Of Matrim Cauthon, Are You?" Elayne Asked. "i'm Convinced That Mat Only Acts Simple So That People Will Let Him Get Away With More.