A Lannister always pays his debts.
A Lannister always pays his debts.
Folly and desperation are ofttimes hard to tell apart.
Inside the room, a man and a woman were wrestling. They were both naked.
Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets, to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakes and blueberry tarts. His passions were books and kittens and dancing, clumsy as he was.
They're both bungholes who think they're too noble to shit,
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.
A long summer always meant a long winter to come.
Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I'll sleep more easily by night.
It seemed cruel for a day to dawn so fair and end so foul as this one promised to.
Ser Barristan loves his honor, Grand Maester Pycelle loves his office, and Littlefinger loves Littlefinger.
This is the bravo's dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.
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.
A lord must learn that sometimes words can accomplish what swords cannot.
He drew the dagger and laid it on the table between them; a length of dragonbone and Valyrian steel, as sharp as the difference between right and wrong, between true and false, between life and death.
It was bitingly cold up here,and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.
She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.
Tyrion Lannister was bundled in furs so thickly he looked like a very small bear
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.
A man could not always be where he belonged, though.
He wants you to smile and smell sweet and be his lady love. He wants to hear you recite all your pretty little words the way the septa taught you. He wants you to love him... and fear him.
Lords are gold and knights steel, but two links can't make a chain. You also need silver and iron and lead, tin and copper and bronze and all the rest, and those are farmers and smiths and merchants and the like. A chain needs all sorts of metals, and a land needs all sorts of people.
She remembered the godswood, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother's laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
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.
A man of the Night's Watch lives his life for the realm. Not for a king, nor a lord, nor the honor of this house or that house, neither for gold nor glory nor a woman's love, but for the realm, and all the people in it. A man of the Night's Watch takes no wife and fathers no sons. Our wife is duty. Our mistress is honor. And you are the only sons we shall ever know.
Her lord father had taught her never to steal, but it was growing harder to remember why.
Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature. -- Lyanna
She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.
When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, the best thing to do is close your eyes and get on with it
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.
A man who won't listen can't hear.
His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.
So be it. I'll wear my iron and hold my tongue. A man who won't listen can't hear.
Why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?
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.
A true man does what he will, not what he must.
I am surrounded by flatterers and fools. It can drive a man to madness,.. . Half of them don't dare tell me the truth, and the other half can't find it.
Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
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