game-of-thrones

Some woman, no doubt. Most of them are." He favored Jon with a rueful grin. "Remember this, boy. All dwarfs are 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.

Sometimes," Catelyn said slowly, "the best thing you can do is nothing. When I first came to Winterfell, I was hurt whenever Ned went to the godwood to sit beneath his heart tree. Part of his soul was in that tree, I know, a part I would never share. Yet, without that part, I soon realized, he would not have been Ned. Jeyne, child, you have wed the north, as I did ... and in the north, the winters will come." She tried to smile."Be patient. Be understanding. He loves you and he needs you, and he will come back to you soon enough. This very night, perhaps. Be there when he does. That is all I can tell you.

Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father's head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.

He was a pitiful thing. He had always been a pitiful thing. Why had she never seen that before? There was a hollow place inside her where her fear had been.

Can you drown in grief? She turned away sharply, angry with her own frailty. She had no time for the luxury of self-pity.

A man grows weary of having no lovers but his fingers.

Power is a curious thing. Who lives, Who dies. Power resides where men believe it resides. It is a trick, A shadow on the wall.

If the race isn't over after you have won, then it wasn't your game!

Look at me!" he would shout as he ran laughing through the halls of Storm's End. "Look at me, I'm a dragon," or "Look at me, I'm a wizard," or "Look at me, look at me, I'm the rain

The day will come when you need them to respect you, even fear you a little. Laughter is poison to fear.

It was queer how sometimes a child's innocent eyes can see things that grown men are blind to.

Most of my kin are bastards," [Tyrion] said with a wry smile, "but you're the first I've had to friend.

Nothing' isn't better or worse than anything. Nothing is just... nothing." Arya Stark

Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.

Shaga: How would you like to die, little man?Tyrion: In my bed, at the age of eighty with a belly full of wine and a woman's mouth around my cock.

They hate you because you act like you're better than they are...." "[they are] Four that you humiliated in the yard. Four who are probably afraid of you. I__e watched you fight. It__ not training with you. Put a good edge on your sword, and they__ be dead meat; you know it, I know it, they know it. You leave them nothing. You shame them. Does that make you proud?

In life, we are all playing the game of thrones one way or the other

I run to the high mountainsI pour my heart out to the skiesI sing of the summer songWhile the sky above dance in the yellow light.The cool breeze fools the sun aboveTakes a run, wins the mighty fight.Your light then comes to me with warmth,A view my heart wants.Love to me is the song you write.The tricks you play with the endless skyAnd with the icy wind you find a disguise.You burn me like sun that burns up In the blue abyss.With the ink of my emotionsYou write a song of Fire and Ice.