¡No estoy volando, estoy cayendo!-Todo vuelo comienza con una caída.
Lady Selyse was as tall as her husband, thin of body and thin of face, with prominent ears, a sharp nose, and the faintest hint of a mustache on her upper lip. She plucked it daily and cursed it regul...
We all need to be mocked from time to time, lest we take ourselves too seriously.
– Nemes atyám! Micsoda öröm, hogy itt talállak! Lord Tywin nem mozdult a székéből, azonban hosszú, kutató pillantást vetett torzszülött fiára. – Látom, a halálhíredet keltő pletykák megalapozatlanok v...
Times may change, but men do not.
It was well known among rivermen that having a preacher and a gray mare on board was an invitation to disaster.
Your boat's not like to sink, I don't think. Boats only sink when I'm aboard.
You're mine, she whispered. Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we'll live.
You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart.
You lie, he said. All men lie when they are afraid. Some tell many lies, some but a few. Some have only one great lie they tell so often that they almost come to believe it … though some small part of...
You know the best thing about heroes, Jaime? They all die young and leave more women for the rest of us.
You have a bold tongue, little man. One day someone is like to cut it out and make you eat it.
You cannot know what the light might summon from the darkness.
Words are wind, even words like love and peace. I put more trust in deeds.
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....
Will you make a song for him?' the woman asked.'He has a song,' the man replied. 'He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.
Who better to raise Prince Rhaegar’s infant son than Prince Rhaegar’s dear friend Jon Connington, once Lord of Griffin’s Roost and Hand of the King?
When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say.
When you have known the kiss of a flaying knife, a laugh loses all its power to hurt you.
When we speak of the morrow nothing is ever certain.