A fool more foolish than most had once jested that even Lord Tywin's shit was flecked with gold. Some said the man was still alive, deep in the bowels of Casterly Rock.
Un hombre puede ser valiente cuando tiene miedo? - oyo que preguntaba su voz, tenue y lejana. - El el unico momento en que puede ser valiente, Bran - le respondio la voz de su padre.
He is not my father. The thought leapt unbidden to Jon's mind. Lord Eddard Stark is my father. I will not forget him, no matter how many swords they give me. Yet he could scarcely tell Lord Mormont that it was another man's sword he dreamt of...
Ygritte was much in his thoughts as well. He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body... and the look on her face as she slit the old man's throat. You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.
El hombre que dicta la sentencia debe blandir la espada. Si le vas a quitar la vida a un hombre, tienes un deber para con el, y es mirarlo a los ojos y escuchar sus ultimas palabras. Si no soportas eso, quiza es que ese hombre no merece morir"."
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 named yourself battle commander. Command."
Every noble house had its words. Family mottoes, touchstones, prayers of sorts, they boasted of honor and glory, promised loyalty and truth, swore faith and courage. All but the Starks. Winter is coming, said the Stark words.
A child sees an obstacle, and his first thought is to run around it or knock it down. A lord must learn that sometimes words can accomplish what swords cannot.
Mai, mai dimenticare chi sei, perche di certo il mondo non lo dimentichera. Trasforma chi sei nella tua forza cosi non potra mai essere la tua debolezza. Fanne un'armatura e non potra mai essere usata contro di te.
All the world knew that a maester forged his silver link when he learned the art of healing--but the world preferred to forget that men who knew how to heal also knew how to kill.
Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come. Certain moths live their whole lives in a day, yet to them that little span of time must seem as long as years and decades do to us. An oak may live three hundred years, a redwood tree three thousand. A weirwood will live forever if left undisturbed. To them seasons pass in the flutter of a moth's wi..
Ser Gerold Hightower had begun his history, and Ser Barristan Selmy had continued it, but the rest Jaime Lannister would need to write for himself. He could write whatever he chose, henceforth.
I hate your stupid stories." The old woman smiled at him toothlessly. "My stories? No, my little lord, not mine. The stories are, before me and after me, before you too."