Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.
Men are mad and gods are madder.
You know nothing, Jon Snow. I’m half a fish, I’ll have you know.
My lord father used to say a man should never draw his sword unless he means to use it.
Cersei is as gentle as King Maegor, as selfless as Aegon the Unworthy, as wise as Mad Aerys.
A sword so fine must bear a name. It would please me if you would call this one Oathkeeper.
The day was grey and bitter cold, and the dogs would not take the scent.
All men must die. We are but death’s instruments, not death himself.
The fire that burns against the cold.
Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.
Better to live shamed than die proud.
It took all her strength not to weep. She had been weeping too much of late. It was unseemly, she knew, but she could not seem to help herself; the tears would come, sometimes over a trifle, and nothing she did could hold them back.
Varys appeared not long after Lord Jacelyn had left. “Men are such faithless creatures,” he said by way of greeting. Tyrion sighed. “Who’s the traitor today?” The eunuch handed him a scroll. “So much villainy, it sings a sad song for our age. Did honor die with your fathers?
The light that brings the dawn.
The pie is meant to be the marriage, and a true marriage has in it many sorts of things – joy and grief, pain and pleasure, love and lust and loyalty. So it is fitting that there be birds of many sorts. No man ever truly knows what a new wife will bring him.
Lady Tanda’s daughter had surrendered her maidenhood to half a hundred shouting men behind a tanner’s shop. The gold cloaks found her wandering naked on Sowbelly Row.
The time to speak of the cold is not when we are standing put in it.
Often, even with a deep cut, the blood came before the pain.
Yet in its own way, death is the most natural thing of all.
This is old news, and stale,” growled the Shavepate. “Your mother said the same of your father’s kisses,” Daario replied.