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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2609e23 | Arya did not know any Many-Faced God, but if he answered prayers, he might be the god she sought. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 2fb3fa8 | I must not sleep. If he slept, he might dream. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| da9a1fe | A lie is not so bad if it is kindly meant. If only she believed them... | George R.R. Martin | ||
| a6fdaf8 | They bought clams and cockles from her, told her true tales of Braavos and lies about their lives, and laughed at the way she talked when she tried to speak Braavosi. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| e55c995 | Titles were cheaper than dirt, and the riverlands were full of ruined castles, standing desolate amidst untended fields and burned villages. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| d4f9882 | Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? | George R.R. Martin | ||
| adba712 | Can our morrows be foretold? Your Grace might ask instead should our morrows be foretold? And to that I should answer no. Some doors are best left closed. See that you close mine as you leave. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 5ff5c16 | A fish on a leash, he said, chortling. There's a sight I never saw before. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| f18cdee | Each night before sleep, she murmured her prayer into her pillow. "Ser Gregor," it went. "Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei." She would have whispered the names of the Freys of the Crossing too, if she had known them. One day I'll know, she told herself, and then I'll kill them all." | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 9cbb60d | Are you blind or bought? | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 8ea4fea | Oldtown," Maester Aemon wheezed. "Yes. I dreamt of Oldtown, Sam. I was young again and my brother Egg was with me, with that big knight he served. We were drinking in the old inn where they make the fearsomely strong cider." He tried to rise again, but the effort proved too much for him. After a moment he settled back. "The ships," he said again. "We will find our answer there. About the dragons. I need to know." | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 624681e | Three good men dead, to save a hedge knight's foot. | hedge-knight-s-foot | George R.R. Martin | |
| 809d1fa | The path of faith was a crooked one. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 87232a5 | The mystery knight prevails against all challengers, and wonder dances in his wake. | prevails | George R.R. Martin | |
| b25999d | May the Warrior grant me a smooth course and a quick victory. | smooth-course warrior | George R.R. Martin | |
| 6f8574e | Good armor and a good horse means a good ransom if I unseat him. | horse unseat | George R.R. Martin | |
| 7cd4c4e | Whites were bright as fresh-fallen snow, yellow shone like gold, reds turned to flame, but the shadows were so black they looked like holes in the world. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 0295b7b | Better to die a knight than live like that. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 73fa053 | Those pissing contests are how lords judge one another's strength, and woe to any man who shows his weakness. A woman must needs piss twice as hard, if she hopes to rule. And | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 5dfb524 | Her nights were lit by distant stars and the shimmer of moonlight on snow, but every dawn she woke to darkness. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 4ef190e | The smell of food made him realize how ravenous he was. There was hot bread and honey, a bowl of pease porridge, a skewer of roast onions and well-charred meat. He sat by the tray, pulled apart the bread with his hands, and stuffed some into his mouth. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 3438e51 | This is a night for song and sin and drink, for come the morrow, the virtuous and the vile burn together. | death fire-and-blood hell night pious sin tomorrow vile virtuous | George R.R. Martin | |
| 71ee320 | Bloodraven is the root of all our woes, the white worm gnawimg at the heart of the realm. | realm root white-worm woes | George R.R. Martin | |
| 5af60cf | Look or be devoured. | look | George R.R. Martin | |
| 90f7b52 | Sorcery was a sword without a hilt. There is no safe way to grasp it. | sorcery sword | George R.R. Martin | |
| 31aec27 | But peasant's pride is lordling's shame. | peasant-s-pride | George R.R. Martin | |
| 811fed2 | I am Thunder and Thunder is me, we are one beast, we are joined, we are one. | me one thunder | George R.R. Martin | |
| bcbdbfe | I know that eggs do well to stay out of frying pans. | frying-pan | George R.R. Martin | |
| f84fec1 | He bound the land together, and made of seven kingdoms, one. | fire-and-blood jaehaerys-targaryen kingdom ruler wisdom | George R.R. Martin | |
| 6515629 | You have another choice, though," Prince Baelor said quietly. "Whether it is a better choice or a worse one, I cannot say, but I remind you that any knight accused of a crime has the right to demand trial by combat. So I ask you once again, Ser Duncan the Tall--how good a knight are you? Truly?" | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 932e5e9 | Lonely and lovely and lethal, Jon Snow reflected, and I might have had her. Her, and Winterfell, and my lord father's name. Instead he had chosen a black cloak and a wall of ice. Instead he had chosen honor. A bastard's sort of honor. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| acba4de | It was a woman's voice, high and sweet, with a strange music in it like none that he had ever heard and a sadness that he thought might break his heart. Bran squinted, to see her better. It was a girl, but smaller than Arya, her skin dappled like a doe's beneath a cloak of leaves. Her eyes were queer--large and liquid, gold and green, slitted like a cat's eyes. No one has eyes like that. Her hair was a tangle of brown and red and gold, autu.. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| f8c1127 | Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. As the dead men reached the top of the Wall he sent them down to die again. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 1b0a9c8 | Not all risks lead to ruin. | ruin | George R.R. Martin | |
| f0157e6 | The red priestess shuddered. Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling her, searing her, transforming her. Shimmers of heat traced patterns on her skin, insistent as a lover's hand. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 6af28e2 | Bad and worse and worst makes a beggar's choice. | beggar worse worst | George R.R. Martin | |
| 5a4af33 | After the bone-grinding cold of the lands beyond the Wall, the caves were blessedly warm, and when the chill crept out of the rock the singers would light fires to drive it off again. Down here there was no wind, no snow, no ice, no dead things reaching out to grab you, only dreams and rushlight and the kisses of the ravens. And the whisperer in darkness. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| fa5b557 | It is hard to die unmourned. | hard unmourned | George R.R. Martin | |
| 7365a01 | No man had need of candles when the sun awaited him. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 32d3872 | I will not fight you," Princess Meria told Rhaenys, "nor will I kneel to you. Dorne has no king. Tell your brother that." "I shall," Rhaenys replied, "but we will come again, Princess, and the next time we shall come with fire and blood." | dorne rhaenys | George R.R. Martin | |
| 23c813c | Come, drink with me," the fat man said. "A scale from the dragon that burned you, as they say." | George R.R. Martin | ||
| a611bcf | Gendry, do you swear before the eyes of gods and men to defend those who cannot defend themselves, to protect all women and children, to obey your captains, your liege lord, and your king, to fight bravely when needed and do such other tasks as are laid upon you, however hard or humble or dangerous they may be? | George R.R. Martin | ||
| a316f44 | He has a song," the man replied. "He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire." | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 3c011ca | If I may borrow from George R. R. Martin, she is my sun and stars. | Stephen King |