A Game of Thrones

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness.

Black and white and grey, all the shades of truth.

Si no tiene nada que temer, un cobarde no se distingue en nada de un valiente. Y todos cumplimos con nuestro deber cuando no nos cuesta nada.

times may change, but men do not.

When you tear out a man’s tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you’re only telling the world that you fear what he might say.

Choosing … it has always hurt. And always will.

Arya slid her dagger out and drew it across his throat, as smooth as summer silk. His blood covered her hands in a hot gush and he tried to shout but there was blood in his mouth as well. “Valar morghulis,” she whispered as he died.

His elk?” said Bran, wonderstruck. “His elk?” said Meera, startled. “His ravens?” said Jojen. “Hodor?” said Hodor.

The grey sheep have closed their eyes, but the mastiff sees the truth. Old powers waken. Shadows stir. An age of wonder and terror will soon be upon us, an age for gods and heroes.

When I was a boy, I dreamt that I could fly,” he announced. “When I woke, I couldn’t … or so the maester said. But what if he lied?

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies,” said Jojen. “The man who never reads lives only one. The

a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.

You’re awful.” “I’m honest. It’s the world that’s awful.

If they want to give you a name, take it, make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.

The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground beneath the sea for all eternity.

Look at these oafs, Ned. My wife insisted I take these two to squire for me, and they’re worse than useless. Can’t even put a man’s armor on him properly. Squires, they say. I say they’re swineherds dressed up in silk.” Ned only needed a glance to understand the difficulty. “The boys are not at fault,” he told the king. “You’re too fat for your armor, Robert.

All she felt was pity, and pity was death to desire.

You will never find the eye with your fingers, Bran. You must search with your heart.

Fear is what keeps a man alive in this world of treachery and deceit.

A man will win one tourney, and fall quickly in the next. A slick spot in the grass may mean defeat, or what you ate for supper the night before. A change in the wind may bring the gift of victory.” He glanced at Ser Jorah. “Or a lady’s favor knotted round an arm.” Mormont’s face darkened. “Be careful what you say, old man.

You should think less about the future and more about the pleasures at hand.

The contents of my chamber pot are more able than Ser Harys.

A few lantern bugs were coming out, their little lights blinking on and off. The green water was warm as tears, but there was no salt in it. It tasted of summer and mud and growing things.

Shagga, cut off his manhood and feed it to the goats.” Shagga hefted the huge double-bladed axe. “There are no goats, Halfman.” “Make do.

Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. Fear cuts deeper than swords. The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords.

What evil?” He laughed. “What gods?” “The gods who made us all.” “All?” he mocked. “Tell me, little bird, what kind of god makes a monster like the Imp, or a halfwit like Lady Tanda’s daughter? If there are gods, they made sheep so wolves could eat mutton, and they made the weak for the strong to play with.” “True knights protect the weak.” He snorted. “There are no true knights, no more than there are gods. If you can’t protect yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can. Sharp steel and strong arms rule this world, don’t ever believe any different.

White is for Starks. I’ll drink red like a good Lannister.

Under the sea, the fish eat us. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.

The drapes kept out the dust and heat of the streets, but they could not keep out disappointment. Dany

When men are starving and sick of fear, they look for a savior.

... a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.

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.

Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?' 'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.

The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.

Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.

If I look back I am lost.

Every flight begins with a fall.

My brother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer and I have my mind...and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone if it is to keep its edge. That's why I read so much Jon Snow.

Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods

Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.

Life is not a song, sweetling. Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow.

Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I'll sleep more easily by night.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

You are your mother's trueborn son of Lannister." "Am I?" the dwarf replied, sardonic. "Do tell my lord father. My mother died birthing me, and he's never been sure." "I don't even know who my mother was," Jon said. "Some woman, no doubt. Most of them are." He favored Jon with a rueful grin. "Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs." And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.

The things I do for love.

A bruise is a lesson... and each lesson makes us better.