He did not know which was more painful, the waking or the sleeping. When he slept, he dreamed: dark disturbing dreams of blood and broken promises. When he woke, there was nothing to do but think, and...
He did not know whether he ought to be delighted or terrified. Perhaps a smidge of both. - Tyrion
Hard things only grow harder if you put them off.
Hands of gold are always cold, but a woman’s hands are warm.
Half of the Ullers are half-mad, the saying went, and the other half are worse.
Half as big but twice as mad.
Glory may be everlasting, yet it is fleeting as well—soon forgotten in the aftermath of even the most famous of victories if they lead to greater disasters.
Give a thing a name and it will somehow come to be.
Get five or six, Bast said. It’s getting cold at night. Winter’s coming. The innkeeper smiled. I’m sure Martin will be flattered.
Fool's blood, king's blood, blood on the maiden's thigh, but chains for the guests and chains for the bridegroom, aye aye aye.
Every flight begins with a fall.
Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said.
Even the sky was grey. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fe...
Even now, it was hard for her to believe that he was truly gone. Some nights she would wake in darkness, half-asleep, and for an instant expect to find him there beside her.
Even now, he was a Stark of Winterfell, and his grief and his rage froze hard inside him.
Even dreams cannot live up here.
Even a priest may doubt. Even a prophet may know terror. Aeron Damphair reached within himself for his god and discovered only silence.
El miedo hiere más que las espadas.
El amor es un veneno. Un veneno dulce, sí, pero un veneno que mata.
Ein Leser durchlebt tausend Leben, ehe er stirbt, sagte Jojen. Der Mann, der nie liest, lebt nur sein eigenes.