It was bitingly cold up here,and the wind pulled at his clothes like an insistent lover.
Tyrion Lannister was bundled in furs so thickly he looked like a very small bear
My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.
Only a man who's been burned knows what hell is truly like.
A bag of dragons buys a man's silence for a while, but a well-placed quarrel buys it forever.
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.
I beg to differ. Death is so terribly final, while life if full of possibilities
Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.
Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner.
A man could not always be where he belonged, though.
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.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.
Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth.
A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands.
There's nothing half so mortal as a grey goose feather.
I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind… and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge. That's why I read so much, Jon Snow.
The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true.
Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.
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.
Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature. -- Lyanna
When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, the best thing to do is close your eyes and get on with it
Only lies offend me, never honest counsel.
Everything's better with some wine in the belly.
Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs.
All men are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than ones with crowns.
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.
I heard of a man who had a razor made of Valyrian steel. He cut his head off trying to shave.
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