Power is a trick. It lies where we believe it lies.
Power is a trick. It lies where we believe it lies.
The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we might mate and worship them in that way.
Tomorrow's trials concerned her more than yesterday's triumphs.
Black moleskin gloves covered his hands; the right because it was burned, the left because a man felt half a fool wearing only one glove.
I have climbed these steps so often I know each one by name.
Power resides where men believe it to reside.
The little man gave the big one a look. One of his eyes was green, one was black, and both were cool.
Too much light can hurt the eyes, my friend, and fire burns.
Bring on your storm, my lord-and recall, if you do, the name of this castle"-Ser Courtnay Penrose at Storm's End.
I have never liked you, Cersei, but you were my own sister, so I never did you harm. You've ended that. I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid. - Tyrion
Robert was never the same after he put on that crown. Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.
The Lord of Casterly Rock made such an impressive figure that it was a shock when his destrier dropped a load of dung right at the base of the throne.
Tyrion Lannister could not have been more astonished if Aegon the Conqueror himself had burst into the room, riding on a dragon and juggling lemon pies.
Children are a battle of a different sort. ... A battle without banners or warhorns but no less fierce.
I loved a maid as white as winter, with moonglow in her hair.
Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle, the way iron gets. He'll break before he bends. And Renly, that one, he's copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at but not worth all that much at the end of the day.
The Lord of Winterfell would always be a Stark
Was there ever a war where only one side bled?
Courage and folly are cousins, or so I've heard.
I must show no fear, no weakness, no doubt.
Schemes are like fruit, they require a certain ripening.
The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.
We look at mountains and call them eternal, and they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, starts fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.
Crowns do queer things to the heads beneath them.
I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth and meat and mead at my table, and pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you into dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. Arise.
She walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear,...
The Red Sword of Heroes looks a proper mess
What grasses the horses had left was heavy with dew, as if some passing god had scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth.
For they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.
I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid.
Show me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.
The stone is strong. Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.
When a man was hurt you took him to the maester, but what could you do when your maester was hurt?
Great wrongs have been done you, but the past is dust. The future may yet be won ..
If I die, I die friendless and abandoned. What choice did that leave him, but to live?
Some gave me soft words and some blunt, some made excuses, some promises, some only lied. In the end words are just wind.
The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome.
When I sleep I turn into a wolf. Bran turned his face away and looked back out into the night. Do wolves dreams?
Have a care how you speak to me, Imp. Doubtless he meant to sound threatening, but that absurd wisp of a mustache ruined the effect.
If it's softer than the ground and has a roof over it, I call it a bed. Dolorous Edd sniffed the air. I smell dung.
Some men want whores on the eve of battle, and some want gods. Jon wondered who felt better afterward.
The white horse and the black one wheeled like lovers at a harvest dance, the riders throwing steel in place of kisses.
When it comes to swords, a queen is only a woman after all.
A brigand, a barber, a beggar, two orphans, and a boy whore. With such do we defend the realms of men.
He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.
In the end words are just wind.
Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.
The wind cut like a knife up here, and shrilled in the night like a mother mourning her slain children.
When we speak of the morrow nothing is ever certain.
A frightened man is a beaten man.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories