Anyone who claimed that old age had brought them patience was either lying or senile.

— Robert Jordan

A secret spoken finds wings.

— Robert Jordan

A woman's eyes cut deeper than a knife.

— Robert Jordan

Bashar shrugged, grinning behind his Grey-streaked mustaches, "When I first slept in a saddle, Mud Head was Marshal-General. The man was as mad as a hare in spring thaw. Twice every day he searched his body servant for poison, and he drank nothing but vinegar and water which he claimed was sovereign against the poison the fellow fed him, but he ate everything the man prepared for as long as I knew him. Once he had a grove of oaks chopped down because they were looking at him. And then insisted they be given decent funerals; he gave the oration. Do you have any idea how long it takes to dig graves for twenty-three oak trees?" "Why didn't somebody do something? His Family?" "Those not as mad as him, or madder, were afraid to look at him sideways. Tennis's father wouldn't have let anyone touch Head anyway. He might have been insane, but he could out general anyone I ever saw. He never lost a battle. Furthermore, he never even came close to losing.

— Robert Jordan

Better to have one woman on your side than ten men.

— Robert Jordan

Bloody ashes, woman. This isn't a metaphor for anything! It's just booting.

— Robert Jordan

Bound by the Oath against lying, AES Sedan [carry] the half-truth, the quarter-truth and the implication to arts.

— Robert Jordan

Browns seek knowledge, Blues meddle in causes, and Whites consider the questions of truth with implacable logic. We all do some of it all, of course. But to be Green means to stand ready. In the Trollop Wars, we were often called the Battle Ajax. All AES Sedan helped where and when they could, but the Green Ajax alone was always with the armies, in almost every battle. We were the counter to the dread lords. The Battle Ajax. And now we stand ready, for the Trollops to come south again, for Harmon Gas'don. The Last Battle. We will be there. That is what it means to be Green. -Alanna

— Robert Jordan

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

— Robert Jordan

Couldn’t we camp down by the lakes?” Nave asked, patting her face with her kerchief. “It must be cooler down by the water.”“Light,” Mat said, “I’d just like to stick my head in one of them. I might never take it out.” Just then something roiled the waters of the nearest lake, the dark water phosphorescent as a huge body rolled beneath the surface. Length on man-thick length sent ripples spreading, rolling on and on until at last a tail rose, waving a point like a wasp’s stinger for an instant in the twilight, at least five spans into the air. All along that length fat tentacles writhed like monstrous worms, as many as a centipede’s legs. It slid slowly beneath the surface and was gone, only the fading ripples to say it had ever been. Rand closed his mouth and exchanged a look with Perrin. Perrin’s yellow eyes were as disbelieving as he knew his own must be. Nothing that big could live in a lake that size. Those couldn’t have been hands-on those tentacles. They couldn’t have been.“On second thought,” Mat said faintly, “I like it right here just fine.

— Robert Jordan