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.[to Nynaeve and Egwene]
The fates are toying with us now, setting our feet on seemingly divergent paths that still somehow converge in the most unlikely of places.
The fate of one individual will always remain a mystery.
Sometimes I think that my fate is to wander and to never arrive.
Sometimes fate seems so strong. Tide sweeping us along against our control. And sometimes it’s as fragile as gossamer.[to Rand]
Some fates are inescapable. And even if I could get out of mine, it might just fall to someone else.
Remember me? Yeah, you do. You’re even f***ing uglier than I am now. What did they do to you? Doesn’t matter. That’s not how it ends for you, brother. You know who’s coming for you. You’ve always known.
Please listen to us! You are all in danger! And we have to get out of here! You can’t rely on Aunt Wu’s prediction. You have to take fate into your own hands.
People fail. That’s our curse.
People don’t get what they deserve, they get what they attract.
Obscurity is a much worse fate after death.
No one in Gilead gets what they deserve.
