“Who knew that the Wyr warlord’s real animal form was a mother hen?”
“Rage did her no good. You didn't get mad at the weasel who was sneaking into your yard and eating your hens. You simply laid a trap and disposed of the animal. Anger was pointless. - Egwene, pg. 77”
“...wanting soul life without the dark, warming intelligence of personal doubt is like expecting an egg without the brooding heat of the mother hen.”
“Home, bed, sleep, mother--who knew more beautiful words than these?”
“They knew in what they called their hearts that one can get on quite well without a mother, and that it is only the mothers who think you can't.”
“No one knew where wandering men had their homes or their origin; and how was a man to be explained unless you at least knew somebody who knew his father and mother?”