The Winds of Winter Quotes

“Is he blind, or merely stupid?”

“He is honorable. Sometimes it amounts to the same thing.”
― George R.R. Martin, The Winds of Winter

“In Sunspear hung a portrait of the Princess Daenerys who had come to Dorne to marry one of Arianne's forebears. In her younger days Arianne had spent hours gazing at it, back when she was just a pudgy flat-chested girl on the cusp of maidenhood who prayed every night for the gods to make her pretty. A hundred years ago, Daenerys Targaryen came to Dorne to make a peace. Now another comes to make a war, and my brother will be her king and consort. King Quentyn. Why did that sound so silly?”
― George R.R. Martin, The Winds of Winter

“On the morning that she left the Water Gardens, her father rose from his chair to kiss her on both cheeks. "The fate of Dorne goes with you, daughter," he said, as he pressed the parchment into her hand. "Go swiftly, go safely, be my eyes and ears and voice... but most of all, take care."
"I will, Father." She did not shed a tear. Arianne Martell was a princess of Dorne, and Dornishmen did not waste water lightly. It was a near thing, though. It was not her father's kisses nor his hoarse words that made her eyes glisten, but the effort that brought him to his feet, his legs trembling under him, his joints swollen and inflamed with gout. Standing was an act of love. Standing was an act of faith.
He believes in me. I will not fail him.”
― George R.R. Martin, The Winds of Winter

“Words are wind, and the wind that blows exiles across the narrow sea seldom blows them back.”
― George R.R. Martin, The Winds of Winter

“Arianne gave him her most seductive smile. "We might share a bed together."
Ser Daemon's face was stone. "Have you forgotten, princess? I am bastard born." He took her hand in his. "If I am unworthy of this hand, how can I be worthy of your cunt?"
She snatched her hand away.  "You deserve a slap for that."       
"My face is yours. Do what you will.”
― George R.R. Martin, The Winds of Winter

“I am not afraid. Should I die, I will go before the Great Shepherd of Lhazar, break his crook across my knee, and say to him, "Why did you make your people lambs, when the world is full of wolves?" Then I will spit into his eye.”
― George R.R. Martin, The Winds of Winter