A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

Nobody is a villain in their own story. We’re all the heroes of our own stories.

La historia ha confirmado la triste verdad de que las masas irracionales siempre se han alineado detrás del poderoso y no del sabio.

I was very sorry to hear about your losses. Your brother was a terrible traitor, I know, but if we start killing men at weddings they’ll be more frightened of marriage than they are presently....

I know I want you,” he heard himself say, all his vows and his honor all forgotten. She stood before him naked as her name day, and he was as hard as the rock around...

The great thing about reading is that it broadens your life.

Sleep is good, he said, And books are better.

Mostra che le loro parole possono ferirti, e non sarai più libero dalla derisione. Se proprio vogliono darti un nome, accettalo, fallo tuo, in modo che poi non possano mai più usarlo per farti del...

Let his sword break and his shield shatter, Sansa thought coldly as she shoved out through the doors, let his courage fail him and every man desert him.

Much that may seem evil can be good.

What a man can do and what a man will do are two different things.

The day is won […] And yet you do not smile, boy. The living should smile, for the dead cannot.

Winter is coming.

There are no heroes…in life, the monsters win.

One day, promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong.

Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don’t have the strength to fight it.

Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

We look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem… but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sink...

The heart is all that matters.

The gods are blind. And men see only what they wish.

If the novels are still being read in 50 years, no one is ever going to say: ‘What’s great about that sixth book is that he met his deadline!’ It will be about how the...

She tried so hard to be brave, to be fierce as a wolverine and all, but sometimes she felt like she was just a little girl after all.

The things I do for love.

We do not choose our destinies. Yet we must… we must do our duty, no? Great or small, we must do our duty.

Silver’s sweet and gold’s our mother, but once you’re dead they’re worth less than that last shit you take as you lie dying.

One man on the wall is worth ten beneath it.

This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration.

Drunks they may be, but a drunken man knows not fear. Fools, aye, but a fool can kill a king. Rats, that too, but a thousand rats can bring down a bear.

Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.

Power resides only where men believe it resides. […] A shadow on the wall, yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.

I have become a sour woman. I take no joy in meat nor mead, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings....

O que é o desejo do nosso coração?””A vingança,” a voz dele era baixa, como se tivesse receio de que alguém estivesse ouvindo. “A justiça,” Príncipe Doran pressionou o dragão de ônix contra a palma...

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and...

Sometimes the storm winds blow so strong a man has no choice but to furl his sails.

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...

It’s you and me that matters to me and you.

Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.

If walls could keep us small peasants would all be tiny and kings as large as giants

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...

Possibile? Bran, è quella l’unica situazione in cui si fa strada il coraggio”.

Some men think because they’re afraid to do.

I believe in steel swords, gold coins, and man’s wits. (…) And I believe there once were dragons. I’ve seen their skulls, after all.

Why won’t they let me be? I just need to rest, that’s all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.

Strike hard and true, crow, or I’ll come back and haunt you.

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake....

Politicians were mostly people who’d had too little morals and ethics to stay lawyers.

Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm….

The boys were going to a place that none had ever been before, to serve an order that had been the enemy of their kith and kin for thousands of years, yet Jon saw no...

People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it’s served up.