Yet our way is the older way. The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.
Wolves and women wed for life.
We are as the gods made us. Strong and weak, good and bad, cruel and kind, heroic and selfish. Know that if you would rule over the kingdom of men.
The sad truth of history has always been that the unreasoning masses follow the powerful, and not the wise.
Tell Khan Drogo that he has given me the wind.
A twisted spine condemned him to walk with a limp, but as he said famously, “I do not limp when I read, nor when I write.
Good and evil are silly lies, nonsense put forth to plague honest sensible men.
First lesson,” Jon said. “Stick them with the pointy end.
What was he now? Only Bran the broken boy, Brandon of House Stark, prince of a lost kingdom, lord of a burned castle, heir to ruins.
Gold has its uses, but war is won with iron.
Ser Cleos raised a shout. When Jaime looked up, Brienne was lumbering along the clifftop well ahead of them, having cut across a finger of land while they were following the bend in the river. She threw herself off the rock, and looked almost graceful as she folded into a dive. It would have been ungracious to hope that she would smash her head on a stone.
A Hedge Knight is the truest kind of knight, Dunk. Other Knights serve the Lords who keep them, or from whom they hold their lands, but we serve where we will, for men whose causes we believe in. Every Knight swears to protect the weak, but we keep the vow the best, I think.
Trueborn children are made in a marriage bed and blessed by the Father and the Mother, but bastards are born of lust and weakness.
Why give a horse to a man who cannot ride?
A man must know how to look before he can hope to see.
Every boy dreams of serving in the Kingsguard.
Sail far. Sail fast.
You’re like one of those birds from the Summer Isles, aren’t you? A pretty little talking bird, repeating all the pretty little words they taught you to recite.
How many eyes does Lord Bloodraven have? A thousand eyes and one.
Catelyn dreamt that Bran was whole again, that Arya and Sansa held hands, that Rickon was still a babe at her breast. Robb, crownless, played with a wooden sword, and when all were safe asleep, she found Ned in her bed, smiling.