Arya lifted her gaze from the dead man and his dead dog. Jaqen H'ghar was leaning up against the side of the Wailing Tower. When he saw her looking, he lifted a hand to his face and laid two fingers c...
Are you a maid, Penny? She blushed. Yes. Of course. Who would have –Stay that way. Love is madness, and lust is poison.
Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.
All dwarfs may be bastards yet not all bastards are dwarfs.
Abed, the walls pressed close and the ceiling hung heavy above him; abed, the room was his cell and Winterfell his prison. Yet outside his windows, the wide world still called. - Bran
A sword is only as good as the man who wields it.
A man may prefer the taste of hippocras, yet if you set a tankard of ale before him, he will quaff it quick enough.
Now, how do you suppose this queen will react when you turn up with your begging bowl in hand and say, 'Good morrow to you, Auntie. I am your nephew, Aegon, returned from the dead. I've been hiding on...
– 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...
The Dothraki believed that all things of importance in a man’s life must be done beneath the open sky.
On Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.
It was well known among rivermen that having a preacher and a gray mare on board was an invitation to disaster.
Is a broken man an outlaw?More or less. Brienne answered.Septon Meribald disagreed. More less than more. There are many sorts of outlaws, just as there are many sorts of birds. A sandpiper and a sea e...
He'd told her that young girls were always happiest with older men. Innocence and experience make for a perfect marriage.
Hard places breed hard men, and hard men rule the world.
El maestre amaba los libros tanto como Samwell Tarly. Comprendía cómo se podía sumergir uno en ellos, como si cada página fuera un agujero abierto que daba a otro mundo.
A few days ago she had been wandering around with a swatch of black silk tied over her eyes. Syrio was teaching her to see with her ears and her nose and her skin, she told him. Before that, he had he...
You've got a bold tongue, little man. One day, someone is like to cut it out and make you eat it.
You're like one of those birds from the Summer Isles, aren't you? A pretty little talking bird, repeating all the pretty little words they taught you to recite.
You'll find truth in your looking glass, not on the tongues of men.