You can't hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn't mean it's useless.
You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions, or dragons, or eagles.
Words are wind, even words like love and peace. I put more trust in deeds.
Woman, you bray like an ass, and make no more sense.Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man.
Wolves never cry.
With scarcely a moment’s respite, they began to play a very different sort of song. No one sang the words, but Catelyn knew The Rains of Castamere when she heard it. Edwyn was hurrying toward a door....
Wisdom oft comes from the mouth of babes.
Why do you read so much?I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind… and a mind needs...
Whore! someone cried out. A woman's voice. Women were always the cruelest where other women were concerned.
When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.
When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, the best thing to do is close your eyes and get on with it
When I was a boy, I dreamt that I could fly, he announced. When I woke, I couldn’t … or so the maester said. But what if he lied?
What the King dreams, the Hand builds.
What grasses the horses had left was heavy with dew, as if some passing god had scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth.
What can you say about pain?Words can trace only the shadow of the thing itself. The reality of hard, sharp physical pain is like nothing else, and it is beyond language. The world is too much with us...
Well, even if the boy lives, he'll be a cripple, grotesque. Give me a good, clean death any day.'...'Speaking for the grotesques, I'll have to disagree. Death is so final. Whereas life, ah life is so...
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.
Tyrion felt a pang of rage. You fucking son of a pox-ridden ass, he spat. I hope you die of a bloody flux.
Tvoj je problem taj što ti razum upravlja životom.O svemu razmišljaš.Razmišljaš kad bi morao osjećati.Otvori se,prepusti na volju srcu,osjećajima...
Truly, sister, you were born to be a widow. (Tyrion to Cersei)