“Perrin, my father says a general can take care of the living or weep for the dead, but he cannot do both.”

“Care for the living. I'll weep for the dead later. - Perrin Aybara”

“The Light willing, we will see one another again," Rand said. He held out his hand to Perrin. "Watch out for Mat. I'm honestly not sure what he's going to do, but I have a feeling it will be highly dangerous for all involved.""Not like us," Perrin said, clasping Rand's forearm. "You and I, we're much better at keeping to the safe paths.”

“That man,' Elayne said, 'is never where he needs to be.''And yet,' Perrin said, 'he always arrives there eventually.”

“Advice!Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are." "That is probably why you make such a bad job of it.- Perrin and Egwene”

“From the time an Aiel boy becomes a man he will not sing anything but battle chants, or their dirge for the slain. I have heard them singing over their dead, and over those they have killed. That song is one to makethe stones weep.”

“He wanted to laugh. Only, the sound wouldn't come out. He couldn't summon even a wry humor, not anymore. Light! I can't keep this up. My eyes see as if in a fog, my hand is burned away, and the old 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 here and get to Shayol Ghul.Otherwise, there won't be anything left of me for the Dark One to kill.That wasn't a thought to cause laughter; it was one to cause despair. But Rand did not weep, for tears could not come from steel.For the moment, Lews Therin's cries seemed enough for both of them.”