Every once in a very long while, Lord Tywin Lannister would actually threaten to smile; he never did, but the threat alone was terrible to behold.
Every once in a very long while, Lord Tywin Lannister would actually threaten to smile; he never did, but the threat alone was terrible to behold.
Ser Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had the courage of an especially brave ewe.
Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner.
She just laughed in his face and told him she'd sooner crawl in a bed with his father's leeches before she'd crawl in one with him. She stopped laughing when he put his knife in her.
Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.
Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.
I should say something, but what? Pardon me, Father, but it's our brother she wants to marry?
That night the wind was howling almost like a wolf and there were some real wolves off to the west giving it lessons.
I wonder what the High Septon would have to say about the sanctity of oaths sworn while dead drunk, chained to a wall, with a sword pressed to your chest?
The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever then the men who laugh at them
If I could wish the Kingslayer back in chains I would. You freed him without my knowledge or consent... but what you did, I know you did for love. For Arya and Sansa, and out of grief for Bran and Rickon. Love's not always wise, I've learned. It can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts... wherever they take us. Don't we, Mother?
The singers make much of kings who die valiantly in battle, but your life is worth more than a song.
A bag of dragons buys a man's silence for a while, but a well-placed quarrel buys it forever.
If ice can burn, then love and hate can mate.
The truth is all around you, plain to behold. The night is dark and full of terrors, the day bright and beautiful and full of hope. One is black, the other white. There is ice and there is fire. Hate and love. Bitter and sweet. Male and female. Pain and pleasure. Winter and summer. Evil and good. Death and life. Everywhere, opposites.
A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands.
It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.
There's nothing half so mortal as a grey goose feather.
All men are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than ones with crowns.
I've lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.
They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They've never seen a battle, they've never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.
All these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords and listen to their mothers.
I've never been quite sure what the point of a eunuch is, if truth be told. It seems to me they're only men with the useful bits cut off.
They were never my pack, not even Hot Pie and Gendry. I was stupid to think so, just a stupid little girl, and no wolf at all.
And I tell you truly, Danaerys, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me.
My sister has mistaken me for a mushroom. She keeps me in the dark and feeds me shit.
When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone.
And the mystery knight should defeat all challengers and name the wolf maid the queen of love and beauty.
My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
When you know what a man wants you know who he is, and how to move him.
Any act can be a prayer, if done as well as we are able.
Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.
You were made to be kissed, often and well.
Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman's hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all fades. Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are you my mother, Thoros?
Only lies offend me, never honest counsel.
Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.
Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.
Every man must die, Jon Snow. But first he must live.
Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought bravely. And Rhaegar died.
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