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September 1 - October 1, 2018
If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.
A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.”
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
“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.”
Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.”
“It should have been you,”
a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.”
Whoever his mother had been, she had left little of herself in her son.
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.”
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
“It is heavy as it needs to be to make you strong,
All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.”
“The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends,” Ser Jorah told her. “It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace.” He gave a shrug. “They never are.”
Distrusting me was the wisest thing you’ve done since you climbed down off your horse.”
I cannot give you back your homes or your crops, nor can I restore your dead to life. But perhaps I can give you some small measure of justice, in the name of our king, Robert.”
“When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.”
He was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Fire cannot kill a dragon.
as we sin, so do we suffer.
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 glory, and our great tragedy.
