It's dangerous being free, but most come to like the taste o' it
Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.
I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.
Bran thought about it. "Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?"
That is the only time a man can be brave," his father told him.
Men will read all sorts of things into a knowing smile if you let them.â€
It all goes back and back. To our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance on in our steads.
Sleep is good,â€ he said. â€œAnd books are better.
Let me give you some advice, b-----d. Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor. And it can never be used to hurt you.
War makes monsters of us all.
A man must know how to look before he can hope to see.
Show me the path I must walk and do not let me stumble in the dark places that lie ahead.
We all need to be mocked from time to time, lest we take ourselves too seriously.
Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.
He drew the dagger and laid it on the table between them; a length of dragonbone and Valyrian steel, as sharp as the difference between right and wrong, between true and false, between life and death.
it is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.
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.
Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.
She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.
Be certain, Catelyn told her son, or go home and take up that wooden sword again. You cannot afford to seem indecisive in front of men like Roose Bolton and Rickard Karstark. Make no mistake, Robb-these are your bannermen, not your friends. You named yourself battle commander. Command.
She is not truly beautiful but something about her draws the eye.
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