George R.R. Martin Quotes - Page 2

Ice can kill as dead as fire.

Gold has its uses, but war is won with iron.

You ought to be blowing me kisses, wench.

What sort of gods make rats and plagues and dwarfs?

Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman's hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all fades. Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are you my mother, Thoros?

Disease could wipe out an army quicker than any battle.

We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

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

worms have crawled up your nose and eaten your wits.

Why do the Gods make kings and queens if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?

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

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)

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.

No man should live longer than his teeth.

It is hard to die unmourned.

There is no shame in loving.

Nothing burns like the cold.

...grief can derange even the strongest and most disciplined of minds.

The gods are blind and men see only what they wish.

No one has ever died of restlessness, but rashness is another matter. We've planted seeds, let them grow.

As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

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

All men must die. We are but death's instruments, not death himself.

Dragons are fire made flesh.

She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above.

...the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.""...a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.

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

But words in a book were one thing. The true test came in battle.