Grrm Quotes

“It all goes back and back," Tyrion thought, "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 in our steads.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“Lord Tywin Lannister did not, in the end, shit gold.”
― George R R Martin

“Every once in a very long while, Lord Tywin Lannister would actually threaten to smile; he never did, but the threat alone was terrible to behold.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“The things I do for love...”
― Jaime Lannister

“Up and down," Meera would sigh sometimes as they walked, "then down and up. Then up and down again. I hate these stupid mountains of yours, Prince Bran."
"Yesterday you said you loved them."
"Oh, I do. My lord father told me about mountains, but I never saw one till now. I love them more than I can say."
Bran made a face at her. "But you just said you hated them."
"Why can't it be both?" Meera reached up to pinch his nose.
"Because they're different," he insisted. "Like night and day, or ice and fire."
"If ice can burn," said Jojen in his solemn voice, "then love and hate can mate. Mountain or marsh, it makes no matter. The land is one."
"One," his sister agreed, "but over wrinkled.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“He is no true knight, but he saved me all the same,” she told the mother. “Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him -Sansa”
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

“Mother, I want to see him fly!”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“Who knows more of gods than I? Horse gods and fire gods, gods made of gold with gemstone eyes, gods carved of cedar wood, gods chiseled into mountains, gods of empty air... I know them all. I have seen their peoples garland them with flowers, and shed the blood of goats and bulls and children in their names. And I have heard the prayers, in half a hundred tongues. Cure my withered leg, make the maiden love me, grant me a healthy son. Save me, succor me, make me wealthy... protect me! Protect me from mine enemies, protect me from the darkness, protect me from the crabs inside my belly, from the horselords, from the slavers, from the sellswords at my door. Protect me from the Silence." He laughed. "Godless? Why, Aeron, I am the godliest man ever to raise sail! You serve one god, Damphair, but I have served ten thousand. From Ib to Asshai, when men see my sails, they pray.”
― George R.R. Martin

“I could keep you safe," he rasped. "They're all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I'd kill them -Sandor Clegane”
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

“The gods heard my prayer, she thought. She felt so numb and dreamy. My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“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.”
― George R.R. Martin

“I'll send a boy round to [the crazy farmer] Martin's and ask him to come by with a couple bottles."
"Get five or six," Bast said. "It's getting cold at night. Winter's coming."
The innkeeper smiled. "I'm sure Martin will be flattered.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, Rogues

“Sweet lady," said Florian, "all men are fools, and all men are knights, where women are concerned.”
― George R.R. Martin, The Hedge Knight: The Graphic Novel

“It was almost enough to put a man off whoring.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“Monsters are entirely mythological, sir, like spirits, werebeasts, and competent bureaucrats.”
― George R.R. Martin, Tuf Voyaging

“The thing I do for love.”
― Jaime Lannister

“Take me away, take me to the land of always-winter”
― George R.R. Martin

“she was never quite sure whether it was the cold that brought the ice dragon or the ice dragon that brought the cold”
― George R R Martin

“The intelligent and efficient politician is a species virtually unknown in the galaxy,”
― George R.R. Martin

“Watch over my brother, you bloody bastard, he's one of yours.

Tyrion praying to the Warrior”
― George R.R. Martin

“They need never know how difficult it had been, or how much it had cost her. That was a lesson Melisandre had learned long before Asshai; the more effortless the sorcery appears, the more men fear the sorcerer.”
― Goerge R R Martin

“It was not the scorn of many that left her confused and vulnerable, but the kindness of the few.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

“soon her ice dragon would come for her, and she would ride on its back to the land of always-winter”
― George R.R. Martin

“Watch over my brother, you bloody bastard, he's one one of yours

Tyrion praying to the Warrior .”
― George R.R. Martin

“It's not Torrhen's Square I mean to take. - Theon Greyjoy”
― George R.R. Martin

“Game of Thrones - Feast for Crows.

“Ser? My lady?" said Podrick. "Is a broken man an outlaw?"

"More or less," Brienne answered.

Septon Meribald disagreed. "More less than more. There are many sorts of outlaws, just as there are many sorts of birds. A sandpiper and a sea eagle both have wings, but they are not the same. The singers love to sing of good men forced to go outside the law to fight some wicked lord, but most outlaws are more like this ravening Hound than they are the lightning lord. They are evil men, driven by greed, soured by malice, despising the gods and caring only for themselves. Broken men are more deserving of our pity, though they may be just as dangerous. Almost all are common-born, simple folk who had never been more than a mile from the house where they were born until the day some lord came round to take them off to war. Poorly shod and poorly clad, they march away beneath his banners, ofttimes with no better arms than a sickle or a sharpened hoe, or a maul they made themselves by lashing a stone to a stick with strips of hide. Brothers march with brothers, sons with fathers, friends with friends. They've heard the songs and stories, so they go off with eager hearts, dreaming of the wonders they will see, of the wealth and glory they will win. War seems a fine adventure, the greatest most of them will ever know.

"Then they get a taste of battle.

"For some, that one taste is enough to break them. Others go on for years, until they lose count of all the battles they have fought in, but even a man who has survived a hundred fights can break in his hundred-and-first. Brothers watch their brothers die, fathers lose their sons, friends see their friends trying to hold their entrails in after they've been gutted by an axe.

"They see the lord who led them there cut down, and some other lord shouts that they are his now. They take a wound, and when that's still half-healed they take another. There is never enough to eat, their shoes fall to pieces from the marching, their clothes are torn and rotting, and half of them are shitting in their breeches from drinking bad water.

"If they want new boots or a warmer cloak or maybe a rusted iron halfhelm, they need to take them from a corpse, and before long they are stealing from the living too, from the smallfolk whose lands they're fighting in, men very like the men they used to be. They slaughter their sheep and steal their chickens, and from there it's just a short step to carrying off their daughters too. And one day they look around and realize all their friends and kin are gone, that they are fighting beside strangers beneath a banner that they hardly recognize. They don't know where they are or how to get back home and the lord they're fighting for does not know their names, yet here he comes, shouting for them to form up, to make a line with their spears and scythes and sharpened hoes, to stand their ground. And the knights come down on them, faceless men clad all in steel, and the iron thunder of their charge seems to fill the world . . .

"And the man breaks.

"He turns and runs, or crawls off afterward over the corpses of the slain, or steals away in the black of night, and he finds someplace to hide. All thought of home is gone by then, and kings and lords and gods mean less to him than a haunch of spoiled meat that will let him live another day, or a skin of bad wine that might drown his fear for a few hours. The broken man lives from day to day, from meal to meal, more beast than man. Lady Brienne is not wrong. In times like these, the traveler must beware of broken men, and fear them . . . but he should pity them as well.”
― G R R Martin

“When he comes after you, we will be waiting--- his finger moved an inch to the left---- "here." '
'Here' was the hush in the night, moonlight and shadows, a thick carpet of dead leaves underfoot, densely wooded ridges sloping gently down the streambed, the underbrush thinning as the ground fell away.
Here was her son on his stallion, glancing back at her one last time and lifting his sword in salute.
Here was the call of Maege Mormont's warhorn, a long low blast that rolled down the valley from the east, to tell them that the last of Jaime's riders has entered the trap.”
― George R.R. Martin, 冰与火之歌1：卷一 权力的游戏（上）