‘THE MAN WHO PASSES THE SENTENCE SHOULD SWING THE SWORD.’
Eddard Stark
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
“A Lannister always pays his debts”
‘Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?’
‘That is the only time a man can be brave,
‘THE THINGS I DO FOR LOVE.’
Jaime Lanniste
Fear cuts deeper than swords
“THE NEXT TIME YOU RAISE A HAND TO ME WILL BE THE LAST TIME YOU HAVE HANDS!”
The Khaleesi
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word
‘IT’S THE FAMILY NAME THAT LIVES ON. IT’S ALL THAT LIVES ON.’
Tywin’
Winter is coming
‘WHEN YOU PLAY THE GAME OF THRONES, YOU WIN OR YOU DIE.’
Cersei
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
‘I LEARNED HOW TO DIE A LONG TIME AGO
Lord Varys
Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.
The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.
‘WHEN DEAD MEN AND WORSE COME HUNTING … YOU THINK IT MATTERS WHO SITS ON THE IRON THRONE?’
Jeor Mormont
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?
THE MAD KING DID AS HE LIKED. HAS YOUR UNCLE JAIME EVER TOLD YOU WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?
Tyrion
TURN US AWAY, AND WE WILL BURN YOU FIRST
Daenery
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
YOUR JOY WILL TURN TO ASHES IN YOUR MOUTH
Tyrion
And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things
WE’LL COME OUT BEHIND THEM AND F*** THEM IN THEIR ARSES
Tyrion
Laughter is poison to fear.
Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you
NEITHER GODS NOR MEN WILL EVER COMPEL ME TO LET YOU TURN CASTERLY ROCK INTO YOUR WHOREHOUSE
Tyrion
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
BURN THEM ALL
Jaime
Give me honorable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I’ll sleep more easily by night
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
CHAOS ISN’T A PIT. CHAOS IS A LADDER
Littlefinger
Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
IF YOU EVER CALL ME SISTER AGAIN, I’LL HAVE YOU STRANGLED IN YOUR SLEEP
Cersei
The common people pray for rain, healthy children and a summer that never ends. It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.
I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one
YOU KNOW NOTHING, JON SNOW
Ygritte
The man who fears losing has already lost.
A lord must learn that sometimes words can accomplish what swords cannot
THIS IS NOT THE DAY I DIE.
If a man paints a target on his chest, he should expect that sooner or later someone will loose an arrow on him.
…How would you like to die, Tyrion son of Tywin?”
“In my own bed, with a belly full of wine and a maiden’s mouth around my cock, at the age of eighty
The world was full of cravens who pretended to be heroes; it took a queer sort of courage to admit to cowardice
Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you
And who are you, the proud Lord said that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws. And, mine are as long and sharp, my Lord as long and sharp as yours.And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, but now the rains weep o’er his hall,with no one there to hear. Yes, now the rains weep o’er his hall, and not a soul to hear
