Sweet smells are sometimes used to cover foul ones.
In this world, only winter is certain.
I do so hope he plays us ‘The Rains of Castamere.’ It has been an hour. I’ve forgotten how it goes – Olenna Tyrell, the HBIC.
There has never been a slave who did not choose to be a slave. Their choice may be between bondage and death, but the choice is always there.
A frightened man is a beaten man.
I have climbed these steps so often I know each one by name.
She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.
The air smelled of paper and dust and years.
A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he’ll look you straight in the face.
Tell Robb that I’m going to command the Night’s Watch and keep him safe, so he might as well take up needlework with the girls and have Mikken melt down his sword for horseshoes. – Jon Snow.
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.
This is the bravo’s dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.
Better to mock the game than to play and lose.
A man does not need to be a wizard to know truth from falsehood, not if he has eyes. You need only learn to read a face. Look at the eyes. The mouth. The muscles here, at the corners of the jaw, and here, where the neck joins the shoulders.
I must show no fear, no weakness, no doubt.
A long summer always meant a long winter to come.
She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.
Wisdom oft comes from the mouth of babes.
How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king?
The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.