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.
But it is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.
A man who hates music can’t be trusted, I always say.
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...
Yours was the hand that threw him. You meant for him to die.His chains chinked softly. I seldom fling children from towers to improve their health. Yes, I meant for him to die.
Your lips were made for kissing.They are lips. All lips are the same.And all lips are made for kissing.
You've got a bold tongue, little man. One day, someone is like to cut it out and make you eat it.
You'll find truth in your looking glass, not on the tongues of men.
You were the one who taught me that a good threat is often more telling than a blow.
You took me unawares, my lord. I was not told of your coming. - And I seem to have prevented yours.
You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and theree;s some Kevan is you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would n...
You may dress an ironman in silks and velvets, teach him to read and write and give him books, instruct him in chivalry and courtesy and the mysteries of the Faith, writes Archmaester Haereg, but when...
You kill men for the wrongs they have done, not the wrongs that they may do someday.
You do not steal from the dragon, oh, no. The dragon remembers.
You are the winged wolf, but you will never fly... unless you open your eye. - Jojen
You are an honest and honorable man...Ofttimes I forget that. I have met so few of them in my life.
Yet our way is the older way. The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would tak...
Words are wind, and the only good wind is that which fills our sails.
Words are wind, Brienne told herself. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.
Winter storms are worse, but autumn's are more frequent.