Do Not Trouble Trouble Till Trouble Troubles

You Didn't Listen To Me," Lan Whispered. One Last Lesson. The Hardest. Demandred Struck, And Lan Saw His Opening. Lan Lunged Forward Placing Demandred's Sword Point Against His Own Side And Ramming Himself Forward Onto It. "i Did Not Come Here To Win," Lan Whispered, Smiling. "i Came Here To Kill You. Death Is Lighter Than A Feather." Demandred's Eyes Opened Wide, And He Tried To Pull Back. Too Late. Lan's Sword Took Him Straight Though The Throat.

You Cannot Please Everyone. You Cannot Soothe Everyone.

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. In One Age, Called The Third Age By Some, An Age Yet To Come, An Age Long Past, 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.

Moiraine: It Seems Ryne Was Wrong As Well As A Darkfriend. You Were Better Than He. Lan: He Was Better. But He Thought I Was Finished, With Only One Arm. He Never Understood. You Surrender After You're Dead.

It Has Been Quite A Weight, Hasn't It?" Tam Asked. "what Weight?" Rand Replied. "that Lost Hand You've Been Carrying." Rand Looked Down At His Stump. "yes. I Believe It Has Been At That.