A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin
by Catherine Chiu
- “Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?”
“That is the only time a man can be brave.”
- If you would take man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words.
- 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.
- “The things I do for love,” he said with loathing.
- Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.
- 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.
- You have a wildness in you, child. ‘The wolf blood,’ my father used to call it.
- It’s so beautiful here, I don’t want to think about everything dying.
- And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.
- … grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.
- What sort of man would proclaim himself a coward?
- The world was full of cravens who pretended to be heroes; it took a queer sort of courage to admit to cowardice as Samwell Tarly had.
- Love is sweet but it cannot change a man’s nature.
- Let me speak, and let my truth or falsehood be judged openly, in the sight of gods and men.
- Life is not a song, sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow.
- It was queer how sometimes a child’s innocent eyes can see things that grown men are blind to.
- The Dothraki believe the stars were horses made of fire, a great herd that galloped across the sky by night.
- Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth.
- Laughter is poison to fear.
- Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.
- 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 story, and our great tragedy.
- A craven can be as brave as any man, when there is nothing to fear. And we all do our duty, when there is no cost to it. How easy it seems then, to walk the path of honor. Yet soon or late in every man’s life comes a day when it is not easy, a day when he must choose.
- Choosing. . . it has always hurt. And always will.
- Tyrion wondered whether this was the last sunrise he would ever see. . . and whether wondering was a mark of cowardice.
- No matter what he did, Jon felt as though he were betraying someone.