Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.
A bruise is a lesson... and each lesson makes us better.
Let them mock, Bran thought. No one mocked him in his bedchamber, but he would not live his life in bed.
Everyone who isn't us is an enemy." - Cersei
...the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword." "...a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.
The things I do for love.
It was a cruel fate, Yet not so cruel as Mago's will be. I promise you that, by the old gods and the new, by the lamb god and the horse god and every god that lives. I swear by the Mother of Mountains and the Womb of the World. Before I am done with ...
I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one.
They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man’s laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death,” Ned said evenly. “Perhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.
They’re both bungholes who think they’re too noble to shit,
Be certain,” Catelyn told her son, “or go home and take up that wooden sword again. You cannot afford to seem indecisive in front of men like Roose Bolton and Rickard Karstark. Make no mistake, Robb-these are your bannermen, not your friends. You...
He drew the dagger and laid it on the table between them; a length of dragonbone and Valyrian steel, as sharp as the difference between right and wrong, between true and false, between life and death.
The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.
Catelyn wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow, to wrap him in her arms so tightly that he would never come to harm....
all men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.
Ser Rodrik groused. His opinion of singers was well known; music was a lovely thing for girls, but he could not comprehend why any healthy boy would fill his hand with a harp when he might have had a sword.
She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.
The grave casts long shadows, Iron Lord," Mirri said. "Long and dark, and in the end no light can hold them back.
It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown...it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe... and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good is it to wear a crown?
I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.
