George R.R. Martin Quotes - Page 4

Our enemies leave our bodies for the crows and the wolves. Our friends bury us in secret graves.

Can a man still be brave if he's afraid? That's the only tine a man can be brave.

A sword needs a sheath, heh, and a wedding needs a bedding.

Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

Was there ever a war where only one side bled?

A hedge knight must hold tight to his pride. Without it, he was no more than a sellsword

No,” said Bran. “I haven’t. And if I have it doesn’t matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she’d told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.

The years pass in their hundreds and their thousands, and what does any man see of life but a few summers, a few winters? We look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.

Words are wind, and the wind from Manderly's mouth means no more than the wind escaping his bottom.

Then you do not belong here. Death holds no sweetness in this house. We are not warriors, nor soldiers, nor swaggering bravos puffed up with pride. We do not kill to serve some lord, to fatten our purses, to stroke our vanity. We never give the gift to please ourselves. Nor do we choose the ones we kill. We are but servants of the God of Many Faces.""Valar dohaeris." All men must serve."You know the words, but you are too proud to serve. A servant must be humble and obedient.""I obey. I can be humbler than anyone."That made him chuckle. "You will be the very goddess of humility, I am sure. But can you pay the price?""What price?""The price is you. The price is all you have and all you ever hope to have. We took your eyes and gave them back. Next we will take your ears, and you will walk in silence. You will give us your legs and crawl. You will be no one's daughter, no one's wife, no one's mother. Your name will be a lie, and the very face you wear will not be your own.

Arya did not dare [take a bath], even though she smelled as bad as Yoren by now, all sour and stinky. Some of the creatures living in her clothes had come all the way from Flea Bottom with her; it didn’t seem right to drown them.

A book can be as dangerous as a sword in the right hands

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.

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.

The looters comes with the carrion crows after every battle.

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

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

The comic book is not the book. the graphic novel is not the novel. The same, of course, is true of films and television. When we move a story from one medium to another, no matter how faithful we attempt to be, some changes are inevitable. Each medium has its own demands, own restrictions, its own way of telling a story.

A hound will die for you, but never lie to you.

Half-truths are worth more than outright lies.

There is sitting and there is sitting. (...) Each one waits for the other to move, but the lion is poised, his tail twitching, while the fawn is frozen by fear, bowels turned to belly. No matter which way he bounds, the lion will have him, and he knows it.

If the novels are still being read in 50 years, no one is ever going to say: ‘What’s great about that sixth book is that he met his deadline!’ It will be about how the whole thing stands up.

The gods made our bodies as well as our souls, is it not so? They give us voices, so we might worship them with song. They give us hands, so we might build them temples. And they give us desire, so we might mate and worship them in that way.

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.

It's not," Mormont told him. "Gods save us, boy, you're not blind and you're not stupid. When dead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne?

There are gods and there are true knights too. All the stories can't be lies.

My own heroes are the dreamers, those men and women who tried to make the world a better place than when they found it, whether in small ways or great ones. Some succeeded, some failed, most had mixed results... but it is the effort that's heroic, as I see it. Win or lose, I admire those who fight the good fight.

My smile is my servant, he should come at my command.

A sweet fruit for a sweet fight.

I only need half my wits to be a match for you.

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

Some writers enjoy writing, I am told. Not me. I enjoy having written.

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

A man can own a woman or a man can own a knife, but no man can own both.

I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don't tell me to leave.

Flies are the dead man's revenge.

The living have no place at the feasts of the dead.

All these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords and listen to their mothers.

And what lesson can we draw from Volantene history?”“If you want to conquer the world, you best have dragons.

I thank you for calling them off, young ser. I promise you, they would have found me indigestible.

No". Tyrion's voice was hoarse. "Sansa is no longer yours to torment. Understand that, monster." Joffrey sneered. "You're the monster, Uncle" "Am I?" Tyrion cocked his head. "Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kinds seem to be dying like flies.

Under the sea the old fish eat the young fish.

Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?”“That is the only time a man can be brave,

Still, beauty can mask deadly danger.

I have some devotional books you can look over. Learn to quote from them. Nothing discourages unwanted questions as much as a flow of pious bleating.(Petyr Baelish to Sansa Stark)

I have never forgotten, and I can't imagine you have, and I've thought of it over the years. It was so good, when it was good, I kept thinking. How could it go wrong?

She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them and they go to rust.

all men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.

What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. “I can’t fly!” You’re flying right now. “I’m falling!” Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said.

Then Royce's parry came a beat too late. The pale sword bit through the ringmail beneath his arm. The young Lord cried out in pain. Blood welled between the rings. It seemed red as fire where they touched the snow.

So now you are a woman. Do you have the least idea of what that means?It means that I am now fit to be wedded and bedded (...) and to bear children for the king.

If every woman had a direwolf, men would be much sweeter.

Before he had lost his sight, the maester had loved books as much as Samwell Tarly did. He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

The lord of light made the sun and moon and stars to light our day, and gave us fire to keep the night at bay.

And it’s great to have all these readers and fans who, for the most part, are very nice people, saying they love the books and the TV show. But there are so many of them and it just doesn’t end. Oh, and ‘selfies’! If I could clap my hands and burn out every camera phone in the world, I swear I’d do it!

All men are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than ones with crowns.

That's one way we differ, Jaime and I. He's taller as well, you may have noticed.

Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.