What we want is not always what we get.
We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.
We do not choose our destinies.
We are the shield that guards the realms of men. You do not throw away your shield for no good purpose.
We all dream of things we cannot have.
Valar Morghulis.
Truly, sister, you were born to be a widow. (Tyrion to Cersei)
This is an evil dream, she thought. But if she were dreaming, why did it hurt so much?She tried to ask the shadows, but they did not answer. Perhaps they did not hear her. Perhaps they were not real.
There is only one god, death and there is only one thing you say to him, not today.-Syrio Forell
There is a tool for every task, and a task for every tool.
There are fights no sword can win, Catelyn wanted to tell him, but she feared the king was deaf to such words.
The years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget.
The worst isn't done. The worst is just beginning, and there are no happy endings.
The snow fell steadily, cloaking all the world in white.
The red sun pulled itself from sleep and glared upon the world that it must still serve, though itself of more than pensionable age.
The old man laid a withered, spotted hand on his shoulder. It hurts, boy, he said softly. Oh, yes. Choosing . . . it has always hurt. And always will. I know.
The maester had taught him all the banners: the mailed fist of the Glovers, silver on scarlet; Lady Mormont’s black bear; the hideous flayed man that went before Roose Bolton of the Dreadfort; a bull...
The king eats, they say, and the Hand takes the shit.
The blessing was an empty ritual, she knew, but rituals and ceremonies had power in the eyes of the ignorant.
The best calumnies are spiced with truth.