So they will not love, for love is the bane of honour, the death of duty.

His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.

Every fool loves to hear that he’s important

If you need help bark like a dog.” – Gendry. “That’s stupid. If I need help I’ll shout help.” – Arya

A bruise is a lesson… and each lesson makes us better.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I’m done reading.

Das Herz lügt, und der Kopf spielt uns Tricks vor, die Augen aber sehen die Wahrheit.

Words are wind.

All the color had been leached from Winterfell until only grey and white remained. The Stark colors. Theon did not know whether he ought to find that ominous or reassuring. Even the sky was grey....

Is there any creature on earth as unfortunate as an ugly woman? (wonders Lady Catelyn Stark)

Robb says the man died bravely, but Jon says he was afraid.””What do you think?” his father asked.Bran thought about it. “can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?””That is the only time a...

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.

So now you are a woman. Do you have the least idea of what that means?It means that I am now fit to be wedded and bedded (…) and to bear children for the king.

It is hard to look a hero when mounted on a pig.

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...

The man who fears losing has already lost.

The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples....

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you…

…grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.

I often said that writers are of two types.There is the architect, which is one type. The architect, as if designing a building, lays out the entire novel at a time. He knows how many...

He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.

It’s not,” Mormont told him. “Gods save us, boy, you’re not blind and you’re not stupid. When dead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne?

There are too many steps in this castle, and it seems to me they add a few every night, just to vex me” – Maester Cressen

I will hurt you for this. I don’t know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in...

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what’s on the other side?

Every flight begins with a fall

love was a surer route to the people’s loyalty than fear

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle Earth.

My brother is undoubtedly arrogant,” Tyrion Lannister replied. “My father is the soul of avarice, and my sweet sister Cersei lusts for power with every waking breath. I, however, am innocent as a little lamb....

Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.

It was a cruel fate, Yet not so cruel as Mago’s will be. I promise you that, by the old gods and the new, by the lamb god and the horse god and every god...

You can write the most detailed, vivid description of an ax entering a skull, and nobody will say a word in protest. But if you write a similarly detailed description of a penis entering a...

The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome.

I am walking, he thought, exulting. Part of him knew that it was only a dream, but even the dream of walking was better than the truth of his bedchamber, walls and ceiling and door.

The little man gave the big one a look. One of his eyes was green, one was black, and both were cool.

You are your mother’s trueborn son of Lannister.””Am I?” the dwarf replied, sardonic. “Do tell my lord father. My mother died birthing me, and he’s never been sure.””I don’t even know who my mother was,”...

Let them see that their words can cut you, and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name, take it, make it your own. Then they can’t hurt...

He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

Look at me!” he would shout as he ran laughing through the halls of Storm’s End. “Look at me, I’m a dragon,” or “Look at me, I’m a wizard,” or “Look at me, look at...

Words are winds.

I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within...

If every woman had a direwolf, men would be much sweeter.

Audros pasiaučia ir nurimsta, virš galvos dūžta bangos, didelės žuvys ryja mažas, o aš ir toliau iriuosi.

Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.

The pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every drip of water turned to diamond. Flowers and mushrooms alike wore coats of...

What sort of gods make rats and plagues and dwarfs?