These woods are as empty as you think, he had said. You cannot know what the light might summon from the darkness.
Three treasons you will know;. One for blood, one for gold, and one for love.
The Father made men curious, some say to test our faith. It is my own abiding sin that whenever I come upon a door I must needs see what lies upon the farther side, but certain doors are best left unopened.
Yet the higher a man climbs the further he has to fall.
You are quick, for a dancing master, said Ser Meryn. You are slow, for a knight, Syrio replied.
It was pleasant to think that men still sang, even in the midst of butchery and famine.
The glass candle is meant to represent truth and learning, rare and beautiful and fragile things. It is made in the shape of a candle to remind us that a maester must cast light wherever he serve, and it is a sharp to remind us that knowledge can be dangerous.
My enemies are legion.
Sometimes it seemed as though he’d thumped his head on half the doors in Westeros, not to mention every beam in every inn from Dorne up to the Neck.
Things can change quickly in the game of thrones. Words are wind, and the wind is always blowing at the Wall.
One foe at a time, that was what the old man always said.
As I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted,” Tyrion began, “there is a serious flaw in Littlefinger’s fable. Whatever you may believe of me, Lady Stark, I promise you this – I never bet against my family.
If you keep all your treasures in one purse, you only make it easier for those who would rob you.
I am Thunder and Thunder is me, we are one beast, we are joined, we are one.
Would you rather die with honor intact or live with it besmirched?
Till the rest of his days were done, Abner Marsh remembered that moment, that first look into the eyes of Joshua York.
We all must choose,” she proclaimed. “Man or woman, young or old, lord or peasant, our choices are the same.” Her voice made Jon Snow think of anise and nutmeg and cloves. She stood at the king’s side on a wooden scaffold raised above the pit. “We choose light or we choose darkness. We choose good or we choose evil. We choose the true god or the false.
It was one thing to go into battle with friends, and another to perish alone and despised.
A culture with cats is richer and more humane than one deprived of their unique companionship.
It is always winter now.