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Marin al’Vere: A thousand wars have washed over the lands down-mountain, and Two Rivers folk don’t have any more need to pay attention now than before. War is just fools killing other fools for foolish causes.
Tam al’Thor: Aes Sedai don’t fight wars. They pull the strings of the world from their White Tower. And if one of them’s here…
Bran al’Vere: Then she’ll enjoy Bel Tine tomorrow like the rest of us.

Lan Mondragoran: [to Moiraine] You think it’s one of them? Which one?

Rand al’Thor: You let me fall asleep.
Egwene Al’Vere: You act as if I had some say in the matter.

Egwene Al’Vere: Nynaeve. She asked me to become her apprentice, to study to be a Wisdom someday.
Rand al’Thor: What?
Egwene Al’Vere: She asked. I didn’t say yes or no.

Rand al’Thor: [to Egwene] It’s a lonely life, being a Wisdom. No husband. No kids.

Padan Fain: Mat Cauthon. My best and poorest customer.
Mat Cauthon: Seems like I’m your only customer.

Moiraine Damodred: [to Lan] You didn’t sleep last night. You think one of the Eyeless is already here? Then we both have work to do today.

Rand al’Thor: When I come up here, you know what I wonder about? I wonder about my life here. In the Two Rivers. About the house I’ll build. The wife I’ll have. About my kids running through these woods, just like I did.
Egwene Al’Vere: I’m going to…
Rand al’Thor: I know. I already know.

Moiraine Damodred: The old Wisdom brought you here when you were a baby, a baby whose parents passed. But no one can remember exactly when. That’s the thing about these little towns, no one keeps records of anything. Births, deaths.
Nynaeve al’Meara: It doesn’t mean we don’t remember.

Moiraine Damodred: See, people say you’re too young to be the Wisdom, and I disagree. I think you’re strong, even if you have only had that braid for, what, a year, or two?
Nynaeve al’Meara: I’ve had it for five.
Moiraine Damodred: So that makes you twenty-five. Twenty-six.
Nynaeve al’Meara: That doesn’t mean I can’t do my job. And whatever you may think, that is to protect this town. From you, if I have to.

Nynaeve al’Meara: [listening to the wind] Do you hear that?
Egwene Al’Vere: It sounds wrong. What does it mean?
Nynaeve al’Meara: I don’t know. I’ve never heard anything like it.

Rand al’Thor: How long does it take before the Wheel of Time turns someone’s spirit back into the world again?
Tam al’Thor: Wish I knew. But I’m sure there’s a reason no one can remember their previous lives. All we can do is the best we can with the life that’s given to us. And take comfort from it. That no matter what happens, what pain we face, what heartbreak, even death, the Wheel keeps turning. Always. And we try again. Maybe do a little better than the last time.

Rand al’Thor: [referring to the Trollocs] You show up, then these things the next day.
Moiraine Damodred: They’re here for the same reason as I am. For you. For the four of you. Twenty years ago, there was a woman at the White Tower. An Aes Sedai born with eyes so white, she couldn’t see anything. Yet still she saw. Glimpses of the turning of the Wheel. The Dark One is waking. His whispers are already in the backs of our minds. But there will be one who can stand against him. The Dragon has been born again. And it’s one of you.
Mat Cauthon: You’ve fully lost your mind.

Moiraine Damodred: You’re coming with me. The four of you. Your life isn’t going to be what you thought. You’ve lived too long in these mountains, pretending that what happens in the rest of the world won’t affect you.
Rand al’Thor: We can’t just leave.
Moiraine Damodred: They’re after you. They will follow you. And if you stay here, this is where they’ll come. They will leave nothing, and no one standing, and I can’t do anything to stop them. Our only chance is to reach the White Tower and the other sisters of the Aes Sedai. There’s no time. We leave now.

Moiraine Damodred: The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.

Moiraine Damodred: In one Age, called the Third Age by some, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

Rand al’Thor: We need a plan. You saw what Moiraine did to the ferryman. What happens to us if we step out of line?
Egwene Al’Vere: What happens if she’s right?
Mat Cauthon: If one of us is the Dragon Reborn? The most powerful channeler that ever lived?

Rand al’Thor: Who even knows what the truth is? They say the last Dragon broke the world, but the next one will save it.
Mat Cauthon: Well, I heard the Dragon’s going to have wings. Looking around at you lot, I don’t see a feather.
Moiraine Damodred: Forget what you’ve heard about the Dragon. For she, or he, will be all of those things, and none of them.

Moiraine Damodred: Words are important, and how we use them is important.

Moiraine Damodred: [referring to the Three Oaths made by the Aes Sedai] One, to speak no word that is not true. Two, to make no weapon with which one person may kill another. Three, never to use the One Power as a weapon, except in the last extreme defense of her life, or the life of her Warder, or another Aes Sedai. These oaths are bound by the One Power itself. It’s not that we do not break them, it’s that we cannot break them. I did not kill that ferryman. He wasted his own life on a foolish cause.

Moiraine Damodred: The Power inside you is the smallest part of your strength. It’s your mind, and how you use it, that will mean much more in the battles to come.
Egwene Al’Vere: The Power inside me?

Moiraine Damodred: What do you call it? This skill that Wisdoms have to predict the weather?
Egwene Al’Vere: They listen to the wind.
Moiraine Damodred: You see, women all over the world have different names for it. But it’s the same thing. It’s the same thing for all of us. One thing. One Power. And women like you and I, we are lucky enough to be able to touch it.

Egwene Al’Vere: I’m no Aes Sedai.
Moiraine Damodred: But you could be. Touching the Source will come to you, whether you want it to or not.

Moiraine Damodred: You don’t listen to the wind, Egwene. It’s the wind that listens to you.

Perrin Aybara: Do you think we’ll ever go back?
Egwene Al’Vere: Home? No.

Moiraine Damodred: Dreams have power. More than you know.
Rand al’Thor: What does that mean?

Rand al’Thor: Why should we trust you?! There’s a place for Egwene, maybe. But what does a man do at the White Tower? Other than become an errand boy for the Aes Sedai.
Moiraine Damodred: Go where you will then.
Rand al’Thor: See, how come I don’t believe you’d actually let me do that?
Moiraine Damodred: I’ve run out of patience. And time.

Egwene Al’Vere: Those monsters killed Nynaeve, and Laila, and half the people we’ve ever loved. Moiraine has done nothing but protect us, try to keep us safe. Don’t you see how pale she’s getting, how weak? She’s using the One Power to keep our strength up at the cost of her own. And she does it, even with you being the stubborn b****rd you are. If I were her, I’d leave you behind too.
Rand al’Thor: You already did.

Mat Cauthon: [to Rand] You’re right about Moiraine. She’s not doing any of this for our benefit. She’s got a reason she’s keeping us all alive. And, soon as that reason’s gone, we’re as good as dead. Till then, the lady does shoot fireballs, so let’s try and stay on her good side.

Eamon Valda: [as he’s touching Moiraine] Where did you say you were from?
Lan Mondragoran: I didn’t. But I am from the Borderlands, where men know how to keep their hands to themselves, lest they lose them.

Egwene Al’Vere: That Whitecloak, you lied to him. You can heal that wound.
Moiraine Damodred: We can only heal others, not ourselves. It’s why we usually travel together.
Egwene Al’Vere: And you have a sister in Whitebridge?
Moiraine Damodred: All Aes Sedai are my sisters. We will always tell the truth. It just may not be the truth you think you hear. So listen carefully.

Moiraine Damodred: The old blood runs deep in you. Remember that. You’ll need it in the days to come.

Egwene Al’Vere: You get it, right? I’m not going to be Nynaeve’s apprentice, because she’s dead. And so is Laila. And here we are, in the middle of nowhere, being chased by the monsters that killed them, and you won’t even look at me. And I just want you to look at me. And not hate me. I don’t need anything more than that.
Rand al’Thor: I could never hate you.

Mat Cauthon: [to Lan, referring to Shadar Logoth] Couple of things. One, that’s more words than you’ve said all day. Probably ever. And, two, why in Light’s name did you bring us here?

Mat Cauthon: [to Perrin, referring to the knife] You should have this. Laila made it. She always said she didn’t make weapons, she made tools. And that I’d probably use it a thousand times for chopping apples, or whittling wood before I ever needed it to defend myself. But to keep it sharp, keep it clean, so that if I ever did need it, it’d be ready. A tool though, still. To save my life, or the life of someone that I loved. And she thought that would probably be you. Since she seemed to think if you ever got into any trouble, it would probably be my fault. Although, to be perfectly honest, I can’t see how anyone could reasonably blame me for any of this.

Moiraine Damodred: [to Lan after finding out they’re in Shadar Logoth] You’ve killed us all.

Rand al’Thor: [after the group is attacked and separated by Mashadar] We can’t leave without them.
Mat Cauthon: Pretty sure we can!

Nynaeve al’Meara: [to Lan] If you don’t take me to them right now, I’ll slit your throat.

Nynaeve al’Meara: [to Lan, referring to Moiraine] I’ve heard about the bond between an Aes Sedai and her Warder, that you feel what she feels. So get ready, because this is going to hurt.

Rand al’Thor: Think of the kids who’ll read stories about you someday. Mat Cauthon, the man who once walked while a little chilly.
Mat Cauthon: You funny now?

Thom Merrilin: [as he takes their bag of coins] Donation for the gleeman. And a small fee for the life lesson.
Rand al’Thor: Bloody expensive lesson.
Thom Merrilin: The best ones are.

Rand al’Thor: [referring to Alanna] Isn’t she a bit young for you? Thought Moiraine was more your speed.
Mat Cauthon: I make exceptions.
Rand al’Thor: Come on. We’ll take turns.
Mat Cauthon: Do you think she’s up for it?
Rand al’Thor: The wood, Mat. We’ll alternate.

Mat Cauthon: Oh, come on, Rand. Aes Sedai? White Tower? One of us being the Dragon Reborn? It’s a bloody joke! And the worst kind, one that’s gone on way too long. Egwene and Perrin aren’t going to the White Tower. They’re probably dead.
Rand al’Thor: You don’t believe that.
Mat Cauthon: Even if they aren’t, you don’t need to go there for her. She wouldn’t do it for you.

Dana: Something tells me your efforts aren’t worth much.
Mat Cauthon: Depends entirely on the exercise.

Dana: [to Mat] Bit of a shame you’re headed home. I like the fact you got out. Here, we’re born in this dirt, spend our lives digging in it, until, one day, they cover us up with a few shovelfuls of the same stuff.

Mat Cauthon: I’ve got people who need me. So I’m going to get back, somehow. Whether I need to beg, borrow or steal.
Dana: I’d think about that last one, unless you want to end up in a cage.

Dana: [to Ran] You and Mat, you earned a real roof. And this will give you plenty of privacy. You can be as loud as you want, and no one will hear a thing. Nothing like a bit of slap and tickle to sort out relationship woes.

Rand al’Thor: [referring to Mat] We’re not together.
Dana: You sure? Well, things seem pretty tense for friends.
Rand al’Thor: Yeah, if I wanted a man, I could do better.
Dana: I didn’t know. I can’t tell. These beers are on the house for you both, whatever you are.

Thom Merrilin: What kind of farm boy from the Two Rivers has met a Trolloc?
Mat Cauthon: Who says I’m from the Two Rivers?
Thom Merrilin: It’s written all over you. Your speech, your dress, your asinine attitude. Stubborn as a mule.

Thom Merrilin: [to Mat] If you’re going to take from the dead, the least you can do is bury them.

Dana: The Wheel hasn’t given me many choices, and the ones that I’ve made have left me here.
Rand al’Thor: You know what’s funny? I never gave much thought to the Wheel before all this. I just always done what I thought was right, then moved on to the next thing and tried to do right again. But now, I don’t know. I don’t know what’s right. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know s**t, really.

Rand al’Thor: What are you doing?
Dana: Waiting.
Rand al’Thor: For what?
Dana: Mat. I need him too. You know, I didn’t think you’d be this sweet. Makes it harder.

Dana: I see you. At night, in my dreams. All five of you. But only one of you matters. Only one of you can be it.
Mat Cauthon: Five?
Rand al’Thor: Be what?
Dana: The Dragon.

Dana: Doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is who I’m going to be. The last time someone brought the Dragon to the Dark One, we still remember his name three thousand years on. Ishamael. And to think, of all the people who serve the Dark, from fishermen to queens, it’ll be me who brings you to him this time. Me.
Rand al’Thor: You’d let the Dark One kill us?
Dana: He doesn’t want to kill you. That’s what the Aes Sedai want. He wants you to save us.

Dana: The Wheel keeps turning, and people keep hurting. Every man who comes to this s**te town has a story. Flood, drought, war, sisters murdering their brothers, children killing their parents. But the Dragon, the Dragon has a chance to change all that. Break the Wheel. Make it stop.

Thom Merrilin: [after Thom kills Alanna] Didn’t you hear her? She’s a Darkfriend, boy. Sworn body and soul to the Dark One. If what she said is true, we need to leave now.
Rand al’Thor: We’re not going anywhere with you.
Thom Merrilin: Suit yourself, if you think the Fade will be better for company.
Mat Cauthon: Where are you going?
Thom Merrilin: East. And fast. Are you coming?
Mat Cauthon: East is good. East is good.

Liandrin Guirale: [to Moiraine] If you’re here to help, you’re too late. Oh, didn’t you hear? We captured a man calling himself the Dragon Reborn.
[we then see they’ve captured Logain Ablar]

Stepin: [referring to Nynaeve] Do you know, I never really understood your taste in traveling companions.
Lan Mandragoran: She’s not a companion. She’s barely company.
Stepin: Probably stubborn as a mule too.

Kerene Nagashi: [referring Moiraine] to Even if we had something in common, I’d never know it. It’s hard having a conversation with someone who won’t say anything.
Stepin: Lan is just as bad when he wants to be. Can you imagine their dinners?

Perrin Aybara: How do you know we aren’t bandits, or worse?
Aram: You were wandering the Caralain Plain in rags without food or gold. If you’re bandits, you’re not very good ones.

Rand al’Thor: What’s this gleeman doing with us? First time we met him, he stole our money.
Mat Cauthon: We sorted that out. He did save our lives, if you recall.
Rand al’Thor: Oh, did he? Dana said there were Darkfriends everywhere, that a Fade was coming for us. What if he killed her to make us trust him?
Mat Cauthon: Well, that would be smart. Maybe there’s some hope for you after all.

Moiraine Damodred: I presume Kerene has asked you to use our friendship to get information out of me.
Alanna Mosvani: Not for a day, or two still. When you’re expecting it less.
Moiraine Damodred: Subtle.

Moiraine Damodred: There have been false Dragons before. Women and men who’ve claimed the title for power or personal gain.
Alanna Mosvani: False or no, his strength is more than anything I’ve ever seen. It’s just another sign. The end of this Age is here.

Alanna Mosvani: I know the last one broke this world, and we can’t let that happen again. But what if the Dragon is supposed to be there with us, but we’ve let the Reds gentle him?

Thom Merrilin: Figured you for a better rider.
Mat Cauthon: Figured you for a better horse thief.

Nynaeve al’Meara: That woman’s a snake. Is the White Tower full of women like her?
Lan Mandragoran: You’ll find out soon enough.
Nynaeve al’Meara: Will I? You took us half a day in the wrong direction to get here.

Lan Mandragoran: [to Nynaeve] You are welcome around our fire. If you promise not to shove anyone into it.

Ila: We forswear violence, and all instruments of it.
Egwene Al’Vere: What happens if you’re attacked?
Ila: We run if we can, endure if we cannot.
Perrin Aybara: You’d let yourself be killed?
Ila: “The leaf, in its time, falls to the dirt that nourishes the tree, that in its time, grows the leaf again.” Nothing is ever lost. The Wheel returns all.
Aram: As I heard every time I lost a toy when I was a child. I’m still waiting.

Ila: [to Perrin] Have you ever been in battle? Picked up a weapon? A sword? Bow and arrow? An ax? And, tell me, has your life been better, or worse since you picked up that ax?

Thom Merrilin: I knew another lad the same way. Owyn, my nephew. Boy spent half his life getting into trouble, the other half getting out of it, and a good part of mine helping him at both. Then, one day, he went sour. Snapping at family and friends. Jumping at shadows. Animals had their hair up whenever he passed. Nobody could figure out what happened until he threw a rock without using his hands. Mat’s got all the signs, lad.
Rand al’Thor: Mat would tell me. He’s not an idiot.
Thom Merrilin: Neither was Owyn.

Thom Merrilin: Men, women both, once they’ve tasted the Power, if they’re cut off from it, it’s no life anymore. They just slip away.

Thom Merrilin: I’m going to stay with you as long as I can, keep you safe. But whatever we do, we have to keep Mat away from those women.
Rand al’Thor: You know a lot for a simple gleeman.
Thom Merrilin: We call ourselves gleemen because a silly name makes us less frightening. Nothing is more dangerous than a man who knows the past.

Stepin: No bond is closer than an Aes Sedai and her Warder. Not husbands and wives, not parents and children. Do you know what “Aes Sedai” means in the Old Tongue? Servants of All. It is they who serve the world.
Nynaeve al’Meara: And what does that make you?
Lan Mandragoran: Proud.
Ihvon: And tired.
Maksim: Especially Lan. How he keeps up with Moiraine.

Moiraine Damodred: I don’t think the Dark One has any more idea who the Dragon is than we do.
Lan Mandragoran: I don’t know if that’s terrifying or comforting.

Moiraine Damodred: We lost them. Twenty years we hunted, and we lost them.
Lan Mandragoran: I lost them.
Moiraine Damodred: Your losses are mine. And mine yours.
Lan Mandragoran: I shouldn’t have had a drink. You always get emotional when I drink.

Ila: Those who renounce violence usually know its evil only too well.
Perrin Aybara: There are some things you can’t run away from.
Ila: We’re not running.

Ila: There’s only one way to end violence. Everybody everywhere has to stop. And it will take time.

Ila: If I can change two people’s minds, just two, well, then I’ve left the world a better place than I found. And if those two each change two more minds, well, then, eventually…
Perrin Aybara: Even if you’re right, you won’t live to see this peace.

Ila: What greater revenge against violence than peace? What greater revenge against death than life?

Aram: Who is he? The man that holds your heart? Have you lost him?
Egwene Al’Vere: No. No, I’d know if I had.

Rand al’Thor: [to Mat] I’m here. You know that, right? No matter what happens, I’m here.

Nynaeve al’Meara: You pray often?
Lan Mandragoran: When I need to.

Nynaeve al’Meara: [referring to last words her parents said to her] I used to say it whenever I was scared.
Lan Mandragoran: Why did you stop?
Nynaeve al’Meara: People don’t go to Wisdoms for ignorance. I don’t even know what the words mean.
Lan Mandragoran: Do you want to? It’s what the last king of Manetheren said to his wife, before the battle they knew they’d lose. “We shall go into the land so our children can always hold us and will never be alone.”

Nynaeve al’Meara: You’re not exactly what I thought you were, al’Lan Mandragoran.
Lan Mandragoran: And what was that?
Nynaeve al’Meara: A lapdog with two legs.
Lan Mandragoran: Well, you are exactly what I thought you were, Wisdom al’Meara.
Nynaeve al’Meara: And what is that?

Moiraine Damodred: Why should I believe you’re the Dragon Reborn?
Logain Ablar: I can hear them when I channel. All of them. Whispers of a thousand Dragons that preceded me, a thousand lives I’ve led. And they’re teaching me how to do better this time. Isn’t that why the Wheel turns our spirits out again and again? To learn.
Moiraine Damodred: The Wheel doesn’t want anything. It can’t. Any more than a river, or the rain can want something. It’s people who want.

Logain Ablar: What do you want?
Moiraine Damodred: I want you to know that the voices in your head, those are the whispers of madness. And as strong as you are, your power is a trickle. It’s a pinprick of candlelight against the raging sun that will be the Dragon Reborn.

[as Nynaeve sees Lan dying, in her despair emits a power that heals everyone]
Logain Ablar: Like a raging sun.

Liandrin Guirale: [as the Aes Sedai take away Logain’s powers] Let the hand of the Tower fall on you, Logain Ablar, and take back that which nature itself does not wish you to hold!

Moiraine Damodred: [to Nynaeve] It’s alright to be afraid. You reached out and you touched the Source. You saw how small you are in comparison to it. And how great you are in comparison to those you’ve always loved. And now you’re wondering, how do you fit into the world? Can you ever go back to being who you were? I know because I felt it too, the first time. And the answer is no. You’ll never be the same. But it’s time that you saw that for the gift it is.

Perrin Aybara: It’s a little hypocritical, you know.
Aram: What is?
Perrin Aybara: Preaching nonviolence, and then letting your pets slaughter anything you come across.
Aram: Violence is in us all. The Way of the Leaf isn’t about denying that. It’s about accepting it.
Perrin Aybara: Maybe. But one more turnip curry, and I’ll be joining the dogs.

Ila: [to Valda] You can cover the Light with the palm of a child’s hand, but a Leaf, even if you crush it, bury it, burn it, it becomes a part of the earth, and the air.

Rand al’Thor: I’m from the Two Rivers.
Loial: An Aielman from the Two Rivers?
Rand al’Thor: I’m not an Aielman.
Loial: An Aielman from the Two Rivers who insists that he is not an Aielman. That is very odd. I like oddities.

Loial: Always in such a rush, these humans. Never taking time to properly prepare for what they’re walking into.

Mat Cauthon: If it turns out it’s one of us, that you or me can channel, we won’t let each other become like that. I’m serious. I don’t give a s**t about this prophecy nonsense. Aes Sedai, Dragons, whatever. I won’t be like that.
Rand al’Thor: You won’t.
Mat Cauthon: You don’t know that! Promise me.
Rand al’Thor: I promise. You’d do the same for me?
Mat Cauthon: You bet.

Lan Mandragoran: If you bond another Aes Sedai…
Stepin: First, you lose Moiraine, and then tell me how easy it is to jump from one woman to the next.

Egwene Al’Vere: [after they’re taken by the Whitecloacks] Child Valda, we are not who you think. We’re nothing.
Eamon Valda: We are all someone important under the Light. But you’re right. You’re not who I thought you were. An Aes Sedai would have tried to channel already, so I would have taken your hands already.

Eamon Valda: [referring to the Aes Sedai] You know, one of those witches once told me that you don’t actually need your hands to channel. That the use of the hands, of any motions or words, is just a crutch.
Egwene Al’Vere: I can’t channel.
Eamon Valda: There. We’ve proved it, then. Because Aes Sedai certainly cannot lie, as much as they’re able to twist the truth.

Egwene Al’Vere: I can’t channel. You said yourself you’re sworn to the Light. And a man of the Light cannot kill a girl who’s done nothing wrong.
Eamon Valda: And what makes you think that I’m a man who stays true to his oaths? That I won’t just bleed you out right here and now?
Egwene Al’Vere: If you’re going to do it, then do it. But know this, I’ll come back in my next life, and split you from head to tail like the pig you are!

Egwene Al’Vere: Why are you doing this?!
Eamon Valda: Because we humans are meant to be of this Earth, to struggle and fight for everything we have. The Creator never meant for us to have access to so much power.
You witches make a mockery of our very existence, walking like gods amongst men. The idea that the One Power comes from anywhere other than the Dark is absurd. So I have been called to stamp it out. Woman by woman by woman.

Stepin: [referring to Kerene] That’s the only thing I have left of her. The pain. I’m not ready to let go of it yet.
Nynaeve al’Meara: Don’t worry. I promise you the pain will never go away.

Nynaeve al’Meara: Reds don’t have Warders.
Liandrin Guirale: No. Never.
Nynaeve al’Meara: Because you hate men.
Liandrin Guirale: Is that a question or a statement? Some of my Red sisters, perhaps. Women hold the One Power, but men still control much of this world. And they are rarely kind to little girls who show a spark of being greater than they are.

Mat Cauthon: Nynaeve?
Nynaeve al’Meara: Who else could I be?
Mat Cauthon: You’re alive.
Nynaeve al’Meara: So are you. Barely.

Rand al’Thor: I know Moiraine said we should come to her at the White Tower. I don’t know if we can trust her. We saw what the Aes Sedai did to the false Dragon.
Nynaeve al’Meara: [referring to Mat] You’ve done well. To bring him here. To take care of him. We don’t need the Aes Sedai. We’re Two Rivers folk. I’ll heal what I can, and when Egwene and Perrin arrive, we’ll sort out the rest. Together.

Nynaeve al’Meara: [to Rand] Egwene is many things, but above all else, she’s unbreakable.

Perrin Aybara: This is what I deserve. Laila. I killed her.
Egwene Al’Vere: No. No, Laila’s death was not your fault.
Perrin Aybara: Yes, it was! We were fighting them off together. The Trollocs. Then I killed one. But then I heard another from behind me, and I swung with all my strength. But it was her. My own hands. My own ax. I killed her. I killed my wife. This is what I deserve.

Eamon Valda: [referring to Perrin] No decision is still a decision. Eventually, the boy will bleed out.

Egwene Al’Vere: It was an accident, Perrin. Not your fault. And it may take you your whole life to realize that, but you will. I promise. You will.

Moiraine Damodred: Do you think Stepin will accept your offer?
Alanna Mosvani: I don’t know. When a Warder loses his Aes Sedai, the pain is so deep. It’s almost like he’s swallowed her death.

Alanna Mosvani: [referring to Siuan Sanche] Moiraine, this place isn’t what it was when you left. You’re one of the only sisters strong enough to challenge her.
Moiraine Damodred: But I have no designs on the Seat. I never have.
Alanna Mosvani: No one has any idea what you have designs on.

Alanna Mosvani: All I’m saying is, for someone who’s rarely in the Tower, you have two very powerful enemies here. Be careful, my friend.
Moiraine Damodred: Thank you for the warning.
Alanna Mosvani: One day, you’ll have to trust someone with your secrets, or they’ll scour you from the inside out and leave you bare as this room.

Stepin: Well, maybe when I’m bonded with Alanna, and feel her bond to Ihvon and Maksim, but still, I don’t know, I’ve never been with a man.
Lan Mandragoran: Two men.
Stepin: Certainly not two men. But, hey, there’s a first time for everything.
Lan Mandragoran: Well, you’re assuming they want you.
Stepin: What’s not to want?

Stepin: [referring to Nynaeve] Tell me about the Wisdom.
Lan Mandragoran: Nothing to tell.
Stepin: Because you’ve never been a talker. But I have eyes. She touched the One Power for the first time to save your life.
Lan Mandragoran: And barely spoken to me since.

Stepin: [referring to Nynaeve] She’s stubborn. Knows her own mind. Knows she’s falling for you.
Lan Mandragoran: That’s a bad idea for her.
Stepin: Love’s usually a bad idea. But still, we allow it to happen, or this life would be intolerable.
Lan Mandragoran: Well, I can tolerate a lot.
Stepin: I know.
[after being drugged to sleep by Stepin, the next day Lan finds Stepin has committed suicide]

Siuan Sanche: Moiraine Sedai. You left the Tower two years ago. Where have you traveled?
Moiraine Damodred: From Tear to the Two Rivers. And many towns between.
Siuan Sanche: What is the purpose of your travels?
Moiraine Damodred: Forgive me, Mother, I cannot say.
Siuan Sanche: Cannot, or will not?

Siuan Sanche: You dare to challenge me? Perhaps it is your noble blood, Lady Moiraine Damodred, that breeds contempt for those you consider beneath you. Outside this Tower, it seems you do as you please. But I am the Amyrlin Seat. This is my Tower. My city. My world. From Tear to the Two Rivers and every town between. Remember that well while you are here. Remember that well when your forehead, and your lips touch this marble, and you beg your Mother for mercy!

Liandrin Guirale: [to Moiraine] Did you expect me to thank you for saying what you did? That, like everything else you do, was for your own benefit. You forget, I know you. And whatever it is you’re up to, old friend, you should accomplish it quickly. Tomorrow, your reckoning comes.

Rand al’Thor: Moiraine. You’re alive.
Lan Mandragoran: Well, it’s nice to see you too.

Mat Cauthon: The world doesn’t need a Dragon like me.

Rand al’Thor: Thank you.
Moiraine Damodred: For what?
Rand al’Thor: For helping him.
Moiraine Damodred: What did you expect me to do?
Rand al’Thor: I saw the darkness moving over you. You took on that evil, for Mat.
Moiraine Damodred: I would do it for any of you.
Rand al’Thor: You could just say, “You’re welcome.”

Nynaeve al’Meara: [referring to Rand and Mat] How did you find them?
Moiraine Damodred: A better question might be why didn’t you find me as soon as you saw the darkness in Mat? Your pride would have killed your friend. If Wisdom is the title you claim, I suggest you start using some.

Maigan: Siuan’s losing her grip.
Moiraine Damodred: On sanity, or power?
Maigan: A Green spoke on behalf of a Red today. And so did you. The whole world’s gone mad.

Egwene Al’Vere: [referring to Perrin] I’m worried about him. His eyes. When Valda was torturing him, they went golden. Like a wolf’s.
Moiraine Damodred: Did anything else unusual happen?
Egwene Al’Vere: Wolves attacked the Whitecloaks while we were there. But he wasn’t afraid of them. It’s like they listened to him.
Moiraine Damodred: Tell no one. There are many in this city, Aes Sedai included, who would do him harm if they knew.

Egwene Al’Vere: Is he the Dragon?
Moiraine Damodred: There is much we don’t know about the Dragon Reborn. What shape she, or he will take, what power they will wield.

Lan Mandragoran: You masked our bond.
Moiraine Damodred: It’s been at least two years. I thought you’d welcome the break.
Lan Mandragoran: This place isn’t as safe as it once was. Everyone’s watching you. You’re not safe here, Moiraine. And I can’t protect you if I can’t feel you.
Moiraine Damodred: You’re right.
Lan Mandragoran: Well, that’s a first.

Lan Mandragoran: Be back before dawn.
Moiraine Damodred: Is that an order?
Lan Mandragoran: Did it sound like a suggestion?

Siuan Sanche: Skin me and salt me if you don’t take idiotic risks.
Moiraine Damodred: Am I forgiven, Mother?
Siuan Sanche: I hate it when you call me that. So much for the Amyrlin Seat remaining neutral without favorites. No life. No love of one’s own. Nothing but the Seat.
Moiraine Damodred: When have we ever followed the rules?

Moiraine Damodred: We’ve been searching for the Dragon Reborn for twenty years. I know less now than I did then.
Siuan Sanche: That’s just exhaustion talking.
Moiraine Damodred: What if we brought the other sisters in? Told them what we’re trying to do?
Siuan Sanche: They must never suspect we’re working together. If another sister finds out what we’re doing, we’ll be stilled.
Moiraine Damodred: You think I’ve forgotten that?

Siuan Sanche: If it’s one Dragon, or five, man or woman, the heart of every prophecy is the same. The Dragon will either defeat the Dark One, or join him.
Moiraine Damodred: I’ll kill them myself before I let him have them.
Siuan Sanche: Good.

Siuan Sanche: My dreams. They started a few months ago, and the last few weeks, every night, I see the same thing. The Dark One, at the Eye of the World. He’s weak. Barely clinging to his power, but getting stronger every day. We can destroy him. If we go now. We have the advantage. We know where he is.
Moiraine Damodred: We don’t know which of them is the Dragon.
Siuan Sanche: Take them all.
Moiraine Damodred: We’d be sentencing the other four to certain death.
Siuan Sanche: Maybe. Maybe not.
Moiraine Damodred: Whoever comes between the Dragon and the Dark One will die. You know that.

Moiraine Damodred: Tomorrow when you sentence me, it must be exile.
Siuan Sanche: Why?
Moiraine Damodred: Maigan’s ordered me to stay in the Tower.
Siuan Sanche: I thought we’d have more time.
Moiraine Damodred: We always think that. Don’t we?
Siuan Sanche: One day we will. In this life or the next.

Moiraine Damodred: You must forgive the abruptness of my message.
Loial: I will say I was surprised to receive it. And the haste at which I was encouraged to respond, even for a human.
Moiraine Damodred: It is a failing of our kind, I do admit. But the Wheel has presented us with a crisis. And at the same time, perhaps a way to surmount it. But I’ll need your help.

Nynaeve al’Meara: If you can’t lead the world from a room built of wood and dirt, how can you call yourself a leader?

Egwene Al’Vere: I thought you were dead!
Nynaeve al’Meara: So did the Trolloc that took me.

Moiraine Damodred: The Amyrlin’s expecting us.
Nynaeve al’Meara: Let her wait.
Moiraine Damodred: Siuan Sanche waits for only one woman. And it’s not you.

Siuan Sanche: I’ve been told you’re the most powerful channeler we’ve seen in a thousand years, Nynaeve al’Meara.
Nynaeve al’Meara: Then you must have very low standards.

Siuan Sanche: I know what it is to feel you deserve something different than what this life gives you. To wonder why you couldn’t just stay home, love the people you love, grow old with them, protect them, support them. Threads weaving in and out of the pattern without consequence. But the truth is, the two of you have been called to greatness. The fate of all of us rests on you now. On the decisions you make in the coming days. On the strength you find within.
Nynaeve al’Meara: Don’t talk to me like you know me. We want no part of this.

Siuan Sanche: The Wheel does not care if you are young, or afraid, petty, or weak. It certainly doesn’t care what you want. The Wheel calls you to this. Whether you can bear it or not. The Last Battle is coming. What any of us wants now is meaningless. The only thing that matters is what you do.
Egwene Al’Vere: So what do we need to do?

Moiraine Damodred: [as Siuan exiles her] By the Light and the hope of my salvation and rebirth, I, Moiraine Sedai, do swear to honor and obey Siuan Sanche, Daughter of the River, clever as a pike, strong as the tides, and never return until she calls me home. Or may my Creator’s face turn from me, and darkness consume my soul.

Mat Cauthon: You look like s**t.
Perrin Aybara: At least I wasn’t stupid enough to steal an evil dagger.

Rand al’Thor: It feels good to see you.
Egwene Al’Vere: I told you I’d find you.

Rand al’Thor: We’ve all heard of the Ways in stories, but none of us know what they are.
Loial: Ancient pathways, out of time and space. One step in the Ways could be a hundred miles in our world. One breath the equivalent…
Moiraine Damodred: It’s the fastest road to the Eye of the World.

Moiraine Damodred: Let me speak clearly. If we turn back here, if we do not stop the Dark One now while he is still weak, the whole world will turn to darkness. Armies of Trollocs and Fades a million strong will wash across the land, killing and eating every person they find. What they did to your village is nothing compared to what they will do. The earth itself will burn. And when a new Age comes, it will be built upon the ashes of the places and people we love.
Egwene Al’Vere: And what about whoever’s not the Dragon? What happens to them?
Moiraine Damodred: We cannot know for certain until that moment comes.

Mat Cauthon: [as the entrance to the Ways is revealed] Is it too late to change my mind?
Moiraine Damodred: There’s no turning back. Whatever happens now is beyond our control. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills.
[then as they enters the Ways, Mat hesitates as the entrance closes]

Nynaeve al’Meara: What is Machin Shin?
Loial: It translates from the Old Tongue to mean the Black Wind.
Nynaeve al’Meara: And what exactly is the Black Wind?
Moiraine Damodred: Machin Shin will speak to you. Do not listen.

Machin Shin: [to Moiraine] You’re wrong about everything. You’ll murder these children and call it heroism.

Machin Shin: [to Rand] Egwene will never love you as much as you love her. She left you once, and she’ll leave you again.

Machin Shin: [to Perrin] You wanted Laila dead, out of the way. That’s why you killed her. Because you loved another woman more than your wife.

Machin Shin: [to Lan] You can’t protect her. You’ll watch her die.

Machin Shin: [to Nynaeve] You’ll hear their screams as they die, just like you heard your parents, and you’ll do nothing to save them.

Moiraine Damodred: Whatever it was you heard in the wind, put it out of your minds.

Lady Amalisa: The Seer? Why do you wish to speak with her?
Moiraine Damodred: Why not?
Lady Amalisa: My philosophy, as well. My brother begs to differ.
Moiraine Damodred: Of course he does. Why would he ask her a question when he already knows all the answers?

Moiraine Damodred: I need a message delivered to the Tower. There is a man that they must find. A boy, really. Mat Cauthon.
Lady Amalisa: And to whom should I send this message?
Moiraine Damodred: The Red Ajah.

Rand al’Thor: They don’t eat chicken or beef?
Perrin Aybara: The Way of the Leaf is simple. Do no violence. If the whole world followed it, we’d be much better off.
Rand al’Thor: No fish?
Egwene Al’Vere: I’ll tell you what, dinners with the Travelers were better than anything you’ve ever made me.

Min Farshaw: [referring to Rand and Perrin] The big brooding one has…
Moiraine Damodred: They’re both big, and they both brood.

Moiraine Damodred: You saw something for me?
Min Farshaw: Don’t look at me like that. I see the Amyrlin Seat, and she’s wearing full regalia. And she’s going to be your downfall.

Nynaeve al’Meara: Stop lying to us.
Moiraine Damodred: You forget, girl, that I cannot lie, no matter how much I wish I could.

Moiraine Damodred: [referring to Min] She sees glimpses of the Pattern, the future, and I hoped she’d tell me which of you is the Dragon, so I could save the rest. I don’t want you to die, any of you, but whichever of you goes to the Eye of the World, and is not the Dragon, you will die there. Ground to dust between two forces of nature.
Egwene Al’Vere: Well, which one of us is it?
Moiraine Damodred: She didn’t know. And so tomorrow I will take all of you to the Eye, knowing that three of you will not return.

Moiraine Damodred: It’s easy to use doubt as a crutch, but doubt is the first step toward surrender to the Dark. Look, I didn’t choose this path for myself any more than you did, but I will follow it because I must. Because I know what is right.
Nynaeve al’Meara: You’ve made your choice. But we’ll make our own. Powerful as you are, I don’t think you can drag the four of us there against our will.
Moiraine Damodred: Running, hiding, won’t save you from the weaving of the Pattern.

Egwene Al’Vere: We left the Two Rivers to protect the people we love. Our families. And that’s what we’re still doing. No matter the cost.
Nynaeve al’Meara: Says Moiraine. You take everything she says as fact. This entire prophecy, the Dragon Reborn being one of us, we only believe it because she told us it’s true.
Egwene Al’Vere: She can’t lie.
Rand al’Thor: That doesn’t mean she can’t mislead. You think she just learned today that the rest of us will die there?

Nynaeve al’Meara: And even if she thinks she’s telling the truth, she could be wrong. About us, about all of it.
Egwene Al’Vere: I’m not doing this because Moiraine said we should. Or because I’m convinced she even knows exactly what she’s talking about. I want to go to the Eye of the World, because if there’s even a chance she’s right, then it’s worth it.

Egwene Al’Vere: [to Nynaeve] You’re a Wisdom. If Moiraine wasn’t a part of this, you wouldn’t think twice. You’d do it. Don’t let your pride stop you from doing what you know is right.

Rand al’Thor: We’ve lost too many people already. I can’t lose anyone else in this room.

Egwene Al’Vere: [referring to Mat] He left us, Rand. You saw his face just the same as I did. He probably went back to Tar Valon for that bloody stolen dagger.
Rand al’Thor: No, you don’t know anything about that.
Egwene Al’Vere: He left us!
Rand al’Thor: Well, I guess you’re the expert on that, aren’t you?

Perrin Aybara: [referring to Egwene] You owe her an apology.
Rand al’Thor: For what? The truth?
Nynaeve al’Meara: Stop. Just stop. I am so tired of you two fighting over her like she’s something you can win!

Lan Mandragoran: They’ll come.
Moiraine Damodred: Willingly?
Lan Mandragoran: You’ve given them a semblance of a choice. That’s all they need.

Moiraine Damodred: I feel I’ve taken everything from you. And more.
Lan Mandragoran: You have taken nothing from me.
Moiraine Damodred: There’s more to life than me, this mission.
Lan Mandragoran: Before you, I had nothing to live for, and nothing to die for. You have given me both.

Moiraine Damodred: [to Lan] I like her, you know. The Wisdom.

Padan Fain: [referring to Nynaeve, who overhears] She is beautiful.
Lan Mandragoran: I hadn’t noticed.

Rand al’Thor: I’m sorry. I know there’s nothing between you and Perrin.
Egwene Al’Vere: Of course there isn’t. That’s not why I’m angry with you. How dare you think, for even a second, that I don’t care about Mat. That I wouldn’t fight for him, die for him.
Rand al’Thor: I was scared. I still am. I don’t want to lose you.
Egwene Al’Vere: And you won’t. Moiraine’s wrong about one thing. We’re coming back. All of us.

Rand al’Thor: Listen to me. Whatever happens at the Eye, this power that lives inside of you, you can’t ignore it, because it won’t let you. You need to go to the White Tower, become what you’ve always wanted to be.
Egwene Al’Vere: No. Not without you. I’ve already made that mistake once.
Rand al’Thor: I’ll come with you to the White Tower. Every Aes Sedai needs a Warder. Would you really think I’d let someone else be yours?

Egwene Al’Vere: [to Rand] If it’s you, I will always stand by you, you know that. No matter what happens. No matter what comes.

Nynaeve al’Meara: You know, I never quite understood why you bonded yourself to Moiraine.
Lan Mandragoran: And now you do?
Nynaeve al’Meara: You are a king without a kingdom. A boy without a family. And now you finally belong. To her.
Lan Mandragoran: She doesn’t own me.
Nynaeve al’Meara: Doesn’t she?
Lan Mandragoran: Only in the way those kids own you. Hmm? “A Wisdom never weds.”

Machin Shin: [as Ran remembers the words he heard] It’s you. You’ve always known it’s you, deep down. No matter how fast, or how far you run, you cannot escape your fate. You are the Dragon Reborn. You are the Dragon Reborn.

Rand al’Thor: I want you to tell me that I’m not the Dragon Reborn.
Min Farshaw: Okay, you’re not the Dragon Reborn.
Rand al’Thor: You don’t have to protect my feelings.
Min Farshaw: I definitely don’t care how you feel. You’re just another guy, in another bar, that wants something from me.

Min Farshaw: [to Rand] Look me in the eye and tell me that you want to know what I’ve got to say. Because once you do, there’s no turning back.

Rand al’Thor: Do you see the Eye of the World?
Min Farshaw: Wish I didn’t.
Rand al’Thor: Why?
Min Farshaw: Well, you seem like a decent person.
Rand al’Thor: Do I make it back?
Rand al’Thor: [as Min doesn’t replu] I didn’t think so.

Lan Mandragoran: Moiraine masked our bond.
Nynaeve al’Meara: I don’t understand.
Lan Mandragoran: She left.
Nynaeve al’Meara: By herself?
Egwene Al’Vere: Rand.

Rand al’Thor: What is that?
Moiraine Damodred: The Blight. We have to go through it to get to the Eye of the World.

Lan Mandragoran: You are a remarkable woman, Wisdom.
Nynaeve al’Meara: A Wisdom never weds. But if I go to Tar Valon, it may be I’ll be something other than a Wisdom.
Lan Mandragoran: I will hate the man you choose. Because he’s not me. And I will love him if he makes you smile. You are as beautiful as the sunrise. You are as fierce as a warrior. You are a lioness, Wisdom.

Moiraine Damodred: [as Rand wakes from his dream] What did you dream? Dreams have great meaning, especially here, so close to his touch.
Rand al’Thor: It was the Dark One. He knows where we are. He’s coming!
Dark One: [Moiraine is suddenly stabbed from behind] I wouldn’t have expected it would be you.

Dark One: So what’s your plan, Lews Therin? You have one, right?
Rand al’Thor: No, this is a dream.
Dark One: Does it matter? Whether you’re asleep or awake? I mean, either way, here we are, finally having a conversation once again.

Dark One: [to Rand] It’s pathetic, you know. Coming for me with a single Aes Sedai at your side. The last time, you came with ninety-nine companions, far stronger than her, and still you failed. Have you even touched the Power before? Do you have any idea what you’re doing?

Dark One: Your father has been dead a long time, boy. Oh, you mean that shepherd in the Two Rivers? What’s his name again? Tam? Tam al’Thor, right? Oh, you really do think he’s your father. That’s sweet in a way. Who would’ve thought the Dragon Reborn would be a fool? Every turning has its little surprises, I suppose.
Rand al’Thor: This is a dream.
Dark One: Stubborn as ever, Lews.

Dark One: Let me tell you what those women never would about what it means to be the Dragon.
Rand al’Thor: This is a dream!

Moiraine Damodred: [after Rand makes himself wake from his dream] What did you dream? Dreams have great meaning, especially here, so close to his touch.
Rand al’Thor: It was the Dark One.
Moiraine Damodred: What did he say to you?
Rand al’Thor: I don’t believe a word he said.

Rand al’Thor: When we get there, what’s our plan?
Moiraine Damodred: What did he say to you in the dream?
Rand al’Thor: No, this is about you. You always have a plan within a plan, within a plan. Don’t try to convince me that for this you’ve got nothing.

Rand al’Thor: [to Moiraine] You thought it would be Egwene. Didn’t you? You taught her to channel. You introduced her to your Amyrlin Seat. You thought it was her. So did I.

Rand al’Thor: Will you teach me how to channel?
Moiraine Damodred: I can’t. Every time you touch the Source, it’ll take you closer and closer to the madness.
Rand al’Thor: Oh, do you think I care what happens to me after today?
Moiraine Damodred: When you face him, the fear, the adrenaline, you’ll embrace the One Power whether you want to or not.
Rand al’Thor: What if I don’t?
Moiraine Damodred: You will.

Moiraine Damodred: [to Rand] I promise you, when your life’s on the line, the Power will be there. And when it comes to you, you channel it into the sa’angreal.

Egwene Al’Vere: What did you tell Moiraine about Rand?
Min Farshaw: People’s secrets are their business, no one else’s.
Egwene Al’Vere: Can’t you at least tell us if he’s going to be alright?
Min Farshaw: It’s not how it works, I’m afraid. All I know is that everything I’ve ever seen, the best things and the worst, they’ve all come true eventually.

Rand al’Thor: [to Moiraine] This is it, isn’t it? I know this place. You said that whoever goes with the Dragon to the Eye of the World will die there. Does that include you?

Lord Agelmar: [to Amalisa] You’re right, sister. You were right all along. We should have asked the White Tower for aid long ago. Today, Tarwin’s Gap will fall. And then this city will fall after, no matter what we do. And then His armies will pour through the Gap and raze every city we know the name of and more we don’t. The whole world will burn. The Dark One is waking. Tarmon Gai’don is here. The Last Battle. But it is not ours to win, you and I. We will slow his forces as much as we can, while our messengers fly in every direction with the Light’s speed at their heels. Let us hope we buy the women and men of this world enough time to stand a fighting chance.

Moiraine Damodred: You said you remember this place. What do you remember?
Rand al’Thor: The pieces don’t fit together. It’s like a puzzle. Or a dream. Every time I grab onto something, it just slips away. I fought someone here. The Dark One. But it looked like a man. It was here. In the center. There was a symbol. This symbol. The Eye.

Dark One: [to Moiraine] Must be an awful feeling. To know the One Power is there, just at the end of your fingertips, but you can’t quite touch it.

Loial: They’re calling for all women who can channel. To help defend the city.
Nynaeve al’Meara: [to Egwene and Perrin] I left the Two Rivers to bring the four of you home. I’ve already lost Mat and Rand. I can’t lose you too.

Lord Agelmar: [to his army] Let them buy every step they take with blood. Fire on my command. Ready! May the last embrace of the mother welcome you home.

Perrin Aybara: How can we just sit here while everyone else is willing to fight?
Loial: I’m standing. You might…
Perrin Aybara: This is bulls**t! All of it! The Way of the Leaf. What are we supposed to do, just watch our friends die?!
Loial: Of course not. There are always options other than violence.
Perrin Aybara: What? What can we do?
Loial: In my own experience, if you want to help, but don’t know how, all you need to do is ask.

Egwene Al’Vere: [referring to their carving in the tree] “Our place. For this life and the next. Forever.”
Rand al’Thor: It’s you. It’s really you.
Egwene Al’Vere: Of course it is.

Dark One: [referring to Egwene] You see? It is her. Or a version of what could be her.
Rand al’Thor: What do you mean?
Dark One: Did no one tell you what you can do? About the Power inside you? You can remake the world in your image. Make it whatever you want it to be. This, if you want. I can show you how.

Dark One: I wonder what he’ll choose. Light or Dark?
Moiraine Damodred: [puts a dagger at Rand’s throat in his dream state] You didn’t think I’d come here without knowing what I was walking into, did you? We both know you can’t escape this place without his help. And if he doesn’t choose the Light, I’ll choose for him.

Dark One: The world, it all feels so stable. The truth is it’s not. Everything that means anything can be gone in an instant.

Dark One: [to Rand] Look into her eyes, and empty yourself of everything. Of anger, of fear, of sadness. Turn it all into want. Want that little girl so much she simply is. Yes. There. Now release everything, everything inside you. Let the Power flow through you like you’re an open sieve. Don’t fight it.

Dark One: [to Moiraine] Well, he’s channeling. And you don’t even know what he’s channeling to do. To break my chains or to strengthen them.

Dark One: [as Rand is turning his channeling onto him] What are you doing? No. You can remake the world in your image, boy. Make it what you want.
Rand al’Thor: What about what she wants? And as much as I love her, as much as I want this, I know that she doesn’t.
Dark One: No.
Rand al’Thor: That woman, who doesn’t care about being a Wisdom, being an Aes Sedai, that’s not the woman I love.
[Rand then uses the One Power to seemingly destroy the Dark One]

Padan Fain: Do you think it’s a coincidence that I came to the Two Rivers every Bel Tine? That I’d drag myself up to that sheep s**t patch of nothing just to sell lanterns?
Perrin Aybara: Why?
Padan Fain: You’re ta’veren. All five of you, focal points for the Wheel. Usually there’s only one, maybe two in a generation, but five of you in one village. That’s what Moiraine saw. What my Lord saw. That’s why we sent the Trollocs, not to kill you. To bring you to him. We need the Dark. We need balance. Balance means that you will turn to the Shadow, some of you. Maybe all of you.

Moiraine Damodred: We can’t go back to Fal Dara. Not yet.
Rand al’Thor: I’m not going back. I felt it. The madness. It’s true, isn’t it? What they say about men who can channel. That eventually they go so mad they kill everyone they’ve ever loved.
Moiraine Damodred: It is.

Rand al’Thor: I have a favor to ask you. Just one. Tell them I died here. Tell them I didn’t make it back.
Moiraine Damodred: I cannot lie.
Rand al’Thor: You’ll work out a way. You owe me that much.
Moiraine Damodred: Where will you go?
Rand al’Thor: Goodbye, Moiraine.

Padan Fain: Today isn’t the end. It’s the beginning. You thought he was defeated.
Padan Fain: [as Perrin picks up a weapon] Ah, there you go. Tiniest push and you choose the Dark. Rand may be the Dragon, but all five of you have a part to play.

Lan Mandragoran: You’re alive. Where’s Rand?
Moiraine Damodred: He’s gone.
Lan Mandragoran: Unmask the bond. Let me back in.
Moiraine Damodred: I can’t. The Dark One. I can’t touch the Source.

Moiraine Damodred: It’s cuendillar.
Lan Mandragoran: I thought that heartstone couldn’t be scratched. That nothing, not even the One Power, could break it.
Moiraine Damodred: So did I.
Lan Mandragoran: What does it mean?
Moiraine Damodred: That this wasn’t the Last Battle. I fear it was the first.