“Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?”
“That is the only time a man can be brave,” his father told him.
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.
“I vowed to kill Rhaegar for what he did to her.”
“You did,” Ned reminded him.
“Only once,” Robert said bitterly.
“What the king dreams,” he said, “the Hand builds.”
“The king eats, and the Hand takes the shit.”
“They say it grows so cold up here in winter that a man’s laughter freezes in his throat and chokes him to death, perhaps that is why the Starks have so little humor.”
“Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.”
All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs.
and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.
Jon Snow set his mouth in a grim line. “If that’s what it is, that’s what it is.”
Tyrion grinned at him. “That’s good, bastard. Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.”
“They hate me because I’m better than they are.”
“No. They hate you because you act like you’re better than they are. ”
Let them see that their words can cut you, and you’ll never be free of the mockery. If they want to give you a name, take it, make it your own. Then they can’t hurt you with it anymore.
“It was right,” her father said. “And even the lie was . . . not without honor.”
“I don’t know what you did,” he said, “but I know you did it.” He looked away shyly. “I’ve never had a friend before.”
“We’re not friends,” Jon said. He put a hand on Sam’s broad shoulder. “We’re brothers.”
. . . you love your children, don’t you?”
“With all my heart,” Ned said.
“And now it begins .”
“No,” Ned said with sadness in his voice. “Now it ends.”
“Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man’s nature.”
“I have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine, but that was not one of them.”
“Oh, but it was, my lord, When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.
There is no middle ground.”
Hear my words, and bear witness to my vow.
Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children.
I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post.
I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls.
I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.
I pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.
“To be sure. You are an honest and honorable man, Lord Eddard. Oftentimes I forget that. I have met so few of them in my life.” He glanced around the cell. “When I see what honesty and honor have won you, I understand why.”
Ｗhy is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?
“Look to your khal and see what life is worth, when all the rest is gone.”
“Remember our first ride together, the day we wed. Remember the night we made Rhaego, with the khalasar all around us and your eyes on my face. Remember how cool and clean the water was in the Womb of the World. Remember, my sun-and-stars. Remember, and come back to me.”
The Old Bear snorted. “Do you think they chose me Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch because I’m dumb as a stump, Snow? Aemon told me you’d go. I told him you’d be back. I know my men . . . and my boys too. Honor set you on the kingsroad . . . and honor brought you back.”
“My friends brought me back,” Jon said.
“Did I say it was your honor?” Mormont inspected his plate.
“I know the penalty for desertion, my lord. I’m not afraid to die.”
“Nor live, I hope,”