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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| cdc2640 | When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs, and Bran wrapped himself around Robb's leg, sobbing. Arya stood her ground and gave the spirit a punch. It was only Jon, covered with flour. "You stupid," she told him, "you scared the baby," but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too." | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 2b62b08 | Theon Greyjoy had once commented that Hodor did not know much, but no one could doubt that he knew his name. Old Nan had cackled like a hen when Bran told her that, and confessed that Hodor's real name was Walder. No one knew where "Hodor" had come from, she said, but when he started saying it, they started calling him by it. It was the only word he had." | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 281a5eb | Let them mock, Bran thought. No one mocked him in his bedchamber, but he would not live his life in bed. | life | George R.R. Martin | |
| 32507f0 | His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind. | George R.R. Martin A Game of Thrones | ||
| 2552af1 | Lions care not for the opinions of sheep. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| a29e5c2 | the Dothraki believed that all things of importance in a man's life must be done beneath the open sky. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 6b4cb0f | What was he doing that they had to kill him?" "Asking questions," | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 1df067e | The maester had taught him all the banners: the mailed fist of the Glovers, silver on scarlet; Lady Mormont's black bear; the hideous flayed man that went before Roose Bolton of the Dreadfort; a bull moose for the Hornwoods; a battle-axe for the Cerwyns; three sentinel trees for the Tallharts; and the fearsome sigil of House Umber, a roaring giant in shattered chains. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| f3b7347 | Only a fool would ever claim she was more beautiful than I. The world was full of fools, however. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| e3fef3a | Rhaegar had put his hand on Jaime's shoulder. "When this battle's done I mean to call a council. Changes will be made. I meant to do it long ago, but ... well, it does no good to speak of roads not taken. We shall talk when I return." | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 6f26782 | A man may prefer the taste of hippocras, yet if you set a tankard of ale before him, he will quaff it quick enough. | hippocras | George R.R. Martin | |
| f5b3606 | Our clothes make us different people. I would sooner be flesh and blood than silks and jewels, | George R.R. Martin | ||
| fe8bebe | His desire was as deep and boundless as the sea, but when the tide receded, the rocks of shame and guilt thrust up as sharp as ever. Sometimes the waves would cover them, but they remained beneath the waters, hard and black and slimy. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 126185b | Cats never weep, she told herself, no more than wolves. It's just a stupid dream. | wolves | George R.R. Martin | |
| a3f58d8 | Seven hundred feet above, the sentries heard and raised their warhorns to their lips. The sound rang out, echoing off the Wall and out across the world. Ahoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. One long blast. For a thousand years or more, that sound had meant rangers coming home. Today it meant something else. Today it called the free folk to their new homes. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| b36f638 | Winter storms are worse, but autumn's are more frequent. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 520ddbe | I know a song about him. But I thought he lived a hundred years ago. We all did. Once I was as young as you. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 71395c0 | If you would sooner drown in wine, say the word and it shall be done, and quickly. Drowning cup by cup wastes time and wine both. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| a9a16ba | No mother loves all her children the same, not even the Mother Above. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| fcc09e2 | Melisandre's red lips curled into a smile. "I have seen you in my fires, Jon Snow." "Is that a threat, my lady? Do you mean to burn me too?" "You mistake my meaning." She gave him a searching look. "I fear that I make you uneasy, Lord Snow." Jon did not deny it. "The Wall is no place for a woman." "You are wrong. I have dreamed of your Wall, Jon Snow. Great was the lore that raised it, and great the spells locked beneath its ice. We walk be.. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 0455271 | Though there are those who say it does not matter how a man begins, but only how he ends. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 687ef41 | The Drowned God did not answer. He seldom did. That was the trouble with gods. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 92ee602 | His blood is bad. He needs to be leeched. The leeches suck away the bad blood, all the rage and pain. No man can think so full of anger. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| c5af509 | What was he now? Only Bran the broken boy, Brandon of House Stark, prince of a lost kingdom, lord of a burned castle, heir to ruins. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 32e14de | Ser Barristan," she called, "I know what quality a king needs most." "Courage, Your Grace?" "Cheeks like iron," she teased. "All I do is sit." | George R.R. Martin | ||
| eda137d | one naked girl with a mud up to her knees could not seem to take her eyes off Tyrion. She has never seen a dwarf before, he realized, much less a dwarf without a nose. He made a face and stuck his tongue out and the girl began to cry | George R.R. Martin | ||
| a2a38f2 | White is for Starks. I'll drink red like a good Lannister. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| ea0bd7d | Under the sea, the fish eat us. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 35a9152 | Such a happy sound, it makes me want to scoop out someone's eyeballs with a spoon. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 2e1931d | At night Tyrion would oft hear her praying. A waste of words. If there are gods to listen, they are monstrous gods who torment us for their sport. Who else would make a world like this, so full of bondage, blood, and pain? | George R.R. Martin | ||
| f8e001f | A knight swears by his sword. | sword | George R.R. Martin | |
| f8809a7 | And she would weep. When he saw tears rolling down her face, he would forgive her. She was less certain whether she would forgive herself. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| e6dff34 | Where Melisandre thinks to find a sleeping dragon, no one is quite sure. It's nonsense. Mance's blood is no more royal than mine own. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| af4a646 | Half of the Ullers are half-mad, the saying went, and the other half are worse. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| f9da909 | Some were bound to me by vows and some by blood, but they were all my brothers. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 800619f | Then armor yourself in faith, by all means, but wear a suit of mail and plate as well. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 92d4c5c | His strength, his speed, his valor, all his hard-won skill . . . it was worth less than a mummer's fart, because he flinched from killing. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 1a22d06 | Half as big but twice as mad. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 08df540 | She wanted to see if it would be as easy with a woman as it had always been with Robert. Ten thousand of your children perished in my palm, Your Grace, she thought, slipping a third finger into Myr. Whilst you snored, I would lick your sons off my face and fingers one by one, all those pale sticky princes. You claimed your rights, my lord, but in the darkness I would eat your heirs. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| bd56729 | A sword is only as good as the man who wields it. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| c2c97ab | Death is not the worst thing," the kindly man replied. "It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us. When our sins and our sufferings grow too great to be borne, the angel takes us by the hand to lead us to the nightlands, where the stars burn ever bright." | George R.R. Martin | ||
| c1e420b | Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 8c6c291 | I never wanted to see half the things I've seen, and I've never seen half the things I wanted to. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| d98b3cf | Then the trees closed in around her, black as pitch and full of ghosts and memories. | George R.R. Martin |