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

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

Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

Yet even so, Jon Snow was not sorry he had come. There were wonders here as well. He had seen sunlight flashing on icy thin waterfalls as they plunged over the lips of sheer stone...

Pourquoi ? demanda-t-il à l’armurier. Que suis-je pour eux ?— Un chevalier qui s’est souvenu de ses vœux.

Then give your words to Bran too.

All the world knew that a maester forged his silver link when he learned the art of healing—but the world preferred to forget that men who knew how to heal also knew how to kill.

I haven’t. And if I have it doesn’t matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she’d told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old...

She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.

Above him loomed a grotesque fat man […] His bedrobe was large enough to serve as a tourney pavilion, but its loosely knotted belt had come undone, exposing a huge white belly and a pair...

Day followed day, and night followed night, until Dany knew she could not endure a moment longer. She would kill herself rather than go on, she decided one night… Yet when she slept that night,...

Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail, and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but refuse....

It is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.

Baimė kerta giliau nei kalavijas.

Sex is sharing, you see, and it’s good to share with everyone. But the sharing has to be real and meaningful. That creates problems.

An artist has an obligation to tell the truth. My novels are epic fantasy, but they are inspired by and grounded in history. Rape and sexual violence have been a part of every war ever...

Our enemies leave our bodies for the crows and the wolves. Our friends bury us in secret graves.

Allow me to give my lord one last piece of counsel,” the old man had said, “the same counsel I once gave my brother when we parted for the last time. He was three-and-thirty when...

They’re both bungholes who think they’re too noble to shit,

A man is never so vulnerable in a battle as when he flees,” Lord Eddard has told Jon once. “A running man is like a wounded animal to a soldier. It gets his bloodlust up.

Jon:’What are you doing up there? Why aren’t you at the feast?’Tyrion: ‘Too hot, too noisy, and I’d drunk too much wine’, the dwarf told him. ‘I learned long ago that it is considered rude...

A hound will die for you, but never lie to you.

Mine is the blood of the dragon.

Be careful you don’t cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with.”Girls don’t shave’, Arya said.’Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa’s legs?

One voyage to the East and a man could live as rich as a lord until the end of his days. When he’d been younger, Davos had dreamed of making such voyages himself. But the...

You win or you die.

Be to, neretai nutinka, kad labai mažas žmogus meta labai didelį šešėlį.

A crisp roast chicken would set the world aright.

Nunca olvides qué eres, porque desde luego el mundo no lo va a olvidar. Conviértelo en tu mejor arma, así nunca será tu punto débil. Úsalo como armadura y nadie podrá utilizarlo para herirte. Tyrion...

I am told that removing the head from the body is often mortal.

In a heartbeat, a thousand voices took up the chant. King Joffrey and King Robb and King Stannis were forgotten, and King Bread ruled alone. “Bread.” they clamored. “Bread, Bread!

You have shit upon your shoulder.

Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

A bloody sword is a beautiful thing.

They were in a long line, an endless line, and as they burst from the wood there was an instant, the smallest part of a heartbeat, when all Catelyn saw was the moonlight on the...

There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton’s face, rage and joy looked much the same.

A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands.

How can you still count yourself a knight, when you have forsaken every vow you ever swore?” Jaime reached for the flagon to refill his cup. “So many vows…they make you swear and swear. Defend...

Why would the stars want to look down on such as me?

Power is a trick. It lies where we believe it lies.

Oh yes, it hurts at times to be alone among the stars. But it hurts a lot more to be alone at a party. A lot more.

Laughter is poison to fear.

There is sitting and there is sitting. (…) Each one waits for the other to move, but the lion is poised, his tail twitching, while the fawn is frozen by fear, bowels turned to belly....

All you Westerosi make a shame of loving. There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave...

It was queer how sometimes a child’s innocent eyes can see things that grown men are blind to.

It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown…it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe… and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good...

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