The Wheel of Time Quotes (SPOILERS: ALL BOOKS)さんのイラストまとめ

"It was called Aridhol,” Moiraine said.
“In the days of the Trolloc Wars, it was an ally of Manetheren. Later Aridhol died, and this place was called by another name.”

“What name?” Mat asked.

“Shadar Logoth,” she said. “It is called Shadar Logoth.”

“It’s hard to trust you, Moiraine. You have handled me like a puppet, made me dance the way you wanted, from the day we met. The only times I’ve been free of you were either when you were far away or when I ignored you. And you make even that hard.”

"The world rides on my shoulders,” he murmured. Suddenly he yelped and clapped a hand to his left buttock.
“What was that for?” he growled at Aviendha.

“Just to see whether the Lord Dragon was still made of flesh like the rest of us mortals.”
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"Whoever reads this, if any remain to read it, weep for us who have no more tears. Pray for us who are damned alive."

The Car’a’carn has embraced death,” Amys said.

“He has given up trying to be as strong as the stones, and has instead achieved the strength of the wind.”

Nynaeve knew that he was really just a sheepherder from Emond’s Field. He still got into trouble the same way he had when he and Matrim had pulled pranks as boys. Only now instead of flustering the village girls he could throw entire nations into chaos.

My eyes see as if in a fog, my hand is burned away, & the wounds in my side rip open if I do anything more strenuous than breathe. I’m dry, like an overused well. I need to finish my work & get to Shayol Ghul. Otherwise there won’t be anything left of me for the Dark One to kill.

Kiruna had Healed several gashes in Perrin. It felt like being plunged headfirst into a freezing pond; it left you gasping & shaking & weak-kneed.

The only sign Rand gave that anything had been done, was a slight shiver.

“How do you stand the pain?” Alanna whispered at him.

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.

Rand looked around, at the Aiel and the Asha’man and all the rest.

“So few I can trust,” he whispered tiredly.

His scent was jumbled enough for two men, anger and fear, determination and despair. And woven through it all, weariness.

Be sane, Perrin wanted to tell him. Hold on.