Wheel Of Time Quotes

Duty is heavy as a mountain, death is light as a feather.

I’ve seen men die because they were sure that what should not happen,would not. -Robert Jordan(The eye of the world,Wheel of time)

If you must mount the gallows, give a jest to the crowd, a coin the hangman, and make the drop with a smile on your lips.

The wheel of Time wrote the first half of the poetry of mass destruction on the black board of the ashes of a funeral ground by dint of a pair of pens of nuclear bombs.

Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today. — Mat Cauthon

We rode on the winds of the rising storm, We ran to the sounds of the thunder. We danced among the lightning bolts, and tore the world asunder.

He was swimming in a sea of other people’s expectations. Men had drowned in seas like that.

Kneel and swear to the Lord Dragon, or you will be knelt.

I will hate the man you choose because he is not me, and love him if he makes you smile. No woman deserves the sure knowledge of widow’s black as her brideprice, you least of all.

Painting doesn’t freeze time. It circulates and recycles time like a wheel that turns. Those who were first might well be last. Painting is a very slow art. It doesn’t travel with the speed of light. That’s why dead painters shine so bright.

Creating a family in this turbulent world is an act of faith, a wager that against all odds there will be a future, that love can last, that the heart can triumph against all adversities and even against the grinding wheel of time.

No! no arresting the vast wheel of time,
That round and round still turns with onward might,
Stern, dragging thousands to the dreaded night
Of an unknown hereafter.

Til shade is gone, til water is gone Into the shadow with teeth bared Screaming defiance with the last breath To spit in Sightblinder’s eye on the Last Day.

Imagine the wheel of time turning in a seemingly endless round, revealing that the beginning is the end of another beginning. This is the cyclic nature of the inward journey of creativity, which is by nature back and down – back in time and down into the soul’s depths.

Some men […] choose to seek greatness, while others are forced to it. It is always better to choose than to be forced. A man who is forced is never completely his own master. He must dance on the strings of those who forced him.

But men often mistake killing and revenge for justice. They seldom have the stomach for justice.

A man who trusts everyone is a fool and a man who trusts no one is a fool. We are all fools if we live long enough.