Even the truest knight cannot protect a king against himself.
Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?
Even brave men blind themselves sometimes, when they are afraid to see.
Still, night falls for all of us in the end, and too soon for some.
Slavery is not the same as rain,” she insisted. “I have been rained on and I have been sold. It is not the same. No man wants to be owned.
A man should cling to hope.
My mind is my weapon.
I am afraid but I must be brave.
Dragons die.” She stood on her toes to kiss him lightly on an unshaven cheek. “But so do dragonslayers.
Evil thoughts come free.
Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?
If he didn’t talk about it, maybe he would forget. He had never wanted to remember. It might not even be a true remembering.” – Bran.
The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept.
There are no true knights, no more than there are gods. If you can’t protect yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can. Sharp steel and strong arms rule this world, don’t ever believe any different.
A man grows weary of having no lovers but his fingers.
The night is dark and full of terrors, and so are dreams.
I used to think that it got cold up in the Dornish Marches. What did I know?” Nothing, thought Jon Snow, the same as me.
Sweet lady,” said Florian, “all men are fools, and all men are knights, where women are concerned.
Sometimes the storm winds blow so strong a man has no choice but to furl his sails.
He was a bee in a stone honeycomb, and someone had cut off his wings.