When they finally broke apart, Ygritte was flushed. 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.
When I don't fancy a man's eyes, I put an arrow through one.
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...
Valar Morghulis- All men must die
Tyrion turned to his nephew. Joffrey, it is past time you called on Lord Eddard and his lady, to offer them your comfort.Joffrey looked as petulant as only a boy prince can look. What good will my com...
Tvoj je problem taj što ti razum upravlja životom.O svemu razmišljaš.Razmišljaš kad bi morao osjećati.Otvori se,prepusti na volju srcu,osjećajima...
Too much light can hurt the eyes, my friend, and fire burns.
Too many peoples have traveled back and forth, and too many legends and tales have mingled.
To go north, you must journey south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward, you must go back. To touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow.
Titles were cheaper than dirt, and the riverlands were full of ruined castles, standing desolate amidst untended fields and burned villages.
Thrones are won with swords, not quills. Spill blood, not ink.
Thoren Smallwood, a sinewy ranger with a weak chin and a weaker mouth hidden under a thin scraggle of beard, gave Jon and Sam a cool look. He had been one of Alliser Thorne’s henchmen, and had no love...
They had ridden past the end of the world; somehow that changed everything.
They bought clams and cockles from her, told her true tales of Braavos and lies about their lives, and laughed at the way she talked when she tried to speak Braavosi.
These Kingsguard knights are as useless as nipples on a breastplate.
There is a long league's worth of difference between willful and stupid. - Tywin Lannister
There are things to be learned even from the dead.
Then...there was no sorcery? Lannister snorted. Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.
The world was full of cravens who pretended to be heroes; it took a queer sort of courage to admit to cowardice...
The things I do for love.