New Spring Quotes

“Correrás grandes riesgos a lo largo de la vida, si vives lo suficiente. Ya has corrido más de los que piensas. Hazme caso. Y haz lo que te digo.”
― Robert Jordan, Nueva Primavera

“—Sois una mujer muy dura —respondió Lan al cabo. No dijo nada más, pero era suficiente. —Todo lo dura que debo ser —manifestó Moraine.”
― Robert Jordan, Nueva Primavera

“«hombres con suerte» y «el herrero se hizo notorio de repente» y otras cosas que Moraine no alcanzó a entender.”
― Robert Jordan, Nueva Primavera

“Running would end Edeyn’s schemes of marriage. If he avoided her long enough, she would find another husband for Iselle. Running would end Edeyn’s dream of reclaiming Malkier; her support would fade like mist under a noon sun once people learned he was gone. Running would end many dreams. The man who had carried an infant tied to his back had a right to dreams, though. Duty was a mountain, but it had to be carried.”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“As Lan walked on, he found himself chuckling. He seldom laughed, and it was a fool thing to laugh over, but laughter was better than worrying over what he could not change, such as weary men drowsing on guard. As well worry about death. What could not be changed must be endured.”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“There is peace in the mother's last embrace,' Lan responded with equal formality, touching hilt and heart.”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“Your carneira wears part of your soul as a ribbon in her hair forever.”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“Abraza la muerte —murmuró Bukama en un tono que semejaba frío acero, y Lan oyó a otros hombres de las Tierras Fronterizas repetir sus palabras. Él sólo las pensó; con eso bastaba. La muerte llegaba a buscar a todos los hombres antes o después y rara vez lo hacía cuando se la esperaba. Por supuesto, había quien moría en su cama, pero desde la infancia Lan había sabido que ése no sería su caso.”
― Robert Jordan, Nueva Primavera

“«Luchar contra el Oscuro mientras el hierro conserve su dureza y haya piedras a mano. Defender a los malkieri mientras quede una gota de sangre en las venas. Vengar lo que no pueda defenderse.»”
― Robert Jordan, Nueva Primavera

“«Tu carneira lleva para siempre una parte de tu alma como una cinta en el cabello».”
― Robert Jordan, Nueva Primavera

“Los hombres que no estuvieron en ella la llaman la Batalla de las Murallas Resplandecientes —dijo inopinadamente—. Los que estuvieron, la llaman la Nieve Sangrienta. Nada más. Saben que era una batalla. En la mañana del primer día, tenía a mi mando a casi quinientos hombres. Kandoreses, saldaeninos, domani... La tarde del tercer día la mitad había muerto o estaban heridos. Si hubiese tomado otras decisiones, algunos de esos soldados estarían vivos y otros habrían muerto en su lugar. En la guerra, se dice una plegaria por los muertos y se sigue adelante porque siempre hay otra batalla en perspectiva, en otros horizontes. Decid una plegaria por los muertos, Moraine Sedai, y seguid adelante.”
― Robert Jordan, Nueva Primavera

“Por el nombre de mi madre, desenvainaré cuando me digáis que lo haga y enfundaré cuando me digáis que enfunde. Por el nombre de mi madre, acudiré cuando me llaméis y me iré cuando me digáis que me marche. —Besó la hoja y alzó la mirada hacia ella, expectante.”
― Robert Jordan, Nueva Primavera

“And only a fool jumps”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“I am not a king,' Lan said quietly. Malkier was dead. Only the war still lived. In him, at least.”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“No one knows you are here at all, Siuan,' she said. 'Best if it stays so. You have your book? Good.”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“Ryne forestalled any possibility of righting matters, tossing her a fat coin and giving her a slap on the bottom to send her off. Lira offered him a dimpled smile as she slipped the silver into the neck of her dress, but she left sending smoky glances over her shoulder at Lan that made him sigh. If he tried to say no now, she might well pull a knife over the insult.
'So your luck still holds with women, too.' Ryne's laugh had an edge. Perhaps he fancied her himself. 'The Light knows, they can't find you handsome; you get uglier every year. Maybe I ought to try some of that coy modesty, let women lead me by the nose.”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“Lan grimaced. Was she that afraid of a man wearing the hadori? Did she think his pacing a threat? Abruptly he became aware of his hands running over the long hilt of his sword, aware of the tightness in his own face. Pacing? No, he had been in the walking stance called Leopard in High Grass, used when there were enemies on all sides. He needed calm.”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“Seating himself crosslegged on a bale of straw, he formed the image of a flame in his mind and fed emotion into it, hate, fear, everything, every scrap, until it seemed that he floated in emptiness. After years of practice, achieving ko'di, the oneness, needed less than a heartbeat. Thought and even his own body seemed distant, but in this state he was more aware than usual, becoming one with the bale beneath him, the stable, the scabbarded sword folded behind him. He could 'feel' the horses, cropping at their mangers, and flies buzzing in the corners. They were all part of him. Especially the sword. This time, though, it was only the emotionless void that he sought.”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“In his cradle he had been given four gifts. The ring in his hands and the locket that hung around his neck, the sword on his hip and an oath sworn in his name. The locket was the most precious, the oath the heaviest. 'To stand against the Shadow so long as iron is hard and stone abides. To defend the Malkieri while one drop of blood remains. To avenge what cannot be defended.”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“The inn where she had a small room was called The Gates of Heaven...”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“Everyone had believed Cadsuane Melaidhrin dead somewhere in retirement until she reappeared at the start of the Aiel War, and a good many sisters probably wished her truly in her grave. Cadsuane was a legend, a most uncomfortable thing to have alive and staring at you. Half the tales about her came close to impossibility, while the rest were beyond it, even among those that had proof.”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“Wish for something hard enough, and you could think you saw it.”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring

“His huge, ambitious Wheel of Time series helped redefine the genre.” —George R. R. Martin, internationally bestselling author of A Game of Thrones”
― Robert Jordan, New Spring