Saddest Asoiaf Quotes

[zandru]

There are some sad ones, in my opinion, from the Hound:

Upon being offered a place in the Kingsguard: Joffrey formalizes it with his customary dignity

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"How do you like that, dog?" King Joffrey asked.

The Hound's scarred face was hard to read He took a long moment to consider. "Why not? I have no lands nor wife to forsake, and who'd care if I did?"

Later, before the Battle of the Blackwater, up on the roof of Maegor's Holdfast with Sansa: They're talking about what happens when Stannis Baratheon's armies cross the river and move into King's Landing

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"What will you do when he crosses?"

"Fight. Kill. Die, maybe."

Rather than offering him any sympathy, Sansa essentially tells him he'll be going to hell.

These are a few incidents where Sandor Clegane seems to be fishing for a little sympathy, or at least decency; a little human kindness. As always, he comes up empty. At least, until he's found by the Elder Brother and taken to the Quiet Isle.

 

[STP]

"The hottest fires burn out the quickest" 

-Tormund when discussing Yggrite's death with Jon

[Makk]

In my mind from another thread...

Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. "I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight," Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, "Well, I'm Florian the Fool." Or Robb would say, "I'm the Young Dragon," and Jon would reply, "I'm Ser Ryam Redwyne."

That morning he called it first. "I'm Lord of Winterfell!" he cried, as he had a hundred times before. Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, "You can't be Lord of Winterfell, you're bastard-born. My lady mother says you can't ever be the Lord of Winterfell."

 

[Tana Snow]

In the black hour before dawn, they stopped to let the horses drink and fed them each a handful of oats and a twist or two of hay. "We are not far from the place the wildlings died," said Qhorin. "From there, one man could hold a hundred. The right man." He looked at Squire Dalbridge.

The squire bowed his head. "Leave me as many arrows as you can spare, brothers." He stroked his longbow. "And see my garron has an apple when you're home. He's earned it, poor beastie."

He's staying to die, Jon realized.

Qhorin clasped the squire's forearm with a gloved hand. "If the eagle flies down for a look at you . . . "

" . . . he'll sprout some new feathers."

The last Jon saw of Squire Dalbridge was his back as he clambered up the narrow path to the heights.

When dawn broke, Jon looked up into a cloudless sky and saw a speck moving through the blue. Ebben saw it too, and cursed, but Qhorin told him to be quiet. "Listen."

Jon held his breath, and heard it. Far away and behind them, the call of a hunting horn echoed against the mountains.

"And now they come," said Qhorin.

[Philokles]

It was quiet in the village. They had beds stuffed with straw and not too many lice, the food was plain but filling, and the air smelled of pines. All the same, Arya soon decided that she hated it. The villagers were cowards. None of them would even look at the Hound's face, at least not for long. Some of the women tried to put her in a dress and make her do needlework, but they weren't Lady Smallwood and she was having none of it. And there was one girl who took to following her, the village elder's daughter. She was of an age with Arya, but just a child; she cried if she skinned a knee, and carried a stupid cloth doll with her everywhere she went. The doll was made up to look like a man-at-arms, sort of, so the girl called him Ser Soldier and bragged how he kept her safe. "Go away," Arya told her half a hundred times. "Just leave me be." She wouldn't, though, so finally Arya took the doll away from her, ripped it open, and pulled the rag stuffing out of its belly with a finger. "Now he really looks like a soldier!" she said, before she threw the doll in a brook. After that the girl stopped pestering her, and Arya spent her days grooming Craven and Stranger or walking in the woods. Sometimes she would find a stick and practice her needlework, but then she would remember what had happened at the Twins and smash it against a tree until it broke.

[Nihlus]

"I never thought he'd hurt them."

[Erwin Frey]

"Valar Morghulis, valar dohaeris."

[Erwin Frey]

"We are the watchers on the Wall."

―Qhorin Halfhand's last words

[apovsic]

5 hours ago, Erwin Frey said:

"We are the watchers on the Wall."

―Qhorin Halfhand's last words

Well, no. His last word is "Sharp".

[The Bard of Banefort]

"And all at once the years fell away, and Dunk was back at Ashford Meadow once again, listening to Baelor Breakspear just before they went forth to battle for his life." 

~The Mystery Knight

[Stormourne]

Although not a quote, this passage from A Feast for Crows is both heartbreaking and awe-inspiring for me.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile.

Arya was willing to throw away everything for her revenge; her identity, her innocence, her existence. The sword her brother had made for her was one piece of her heart she could throw away. This is the reason why the reunion between Jon and Arya is my most anticipated scene in Winds of Winter or A Dream of Spring. I love the way they are characterized.

[Bayard]

Egg, I dreamed I was old .... is heartbreaking, it really is. There was a thread like this a couple of years ago, it got to dozens of pages :). I'm thinking not even 5% of them made it to the show. Pity.

[Tijgy]

Bran was going to be a knight himself someday, one of the Kingsguard. Old Nan said they were the finest swords in all the realm. There were only seven of them, and they wore white armor and had no wives or children, but lived only to serve the king. Bran knew all the stories. Their names were like music to him. Serwyn of the Mirror Shield. Ser Ryam Redwyne. Prince Aemon the Dragonknight. The twins Ser Erryk and Ser Arryk, who had died on one another's swords hundreds of years ago, when brother fought sister in the war the singers called the Dance of the Dragons. The White Bull, Gerold Hightower. Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. Barristan the Bold.

Two of the Kingsguard had come north with King Robert. Bran had watched them with fascination, never quite daring to speak to them. Ser Boros was a bald man with a jowly face, and Ser Meryn had droopy eyes and a beard the color of rust. Ser Jaime Lannister looked more like the knights in the stories, and he was of the Kingsguard too, but Robb said he had killed the old mad king and shouldn't count anymore. The greatest living knight was Ser Barristan Selmy, Barristan the Bold, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. Father had promised that they would meet Ser Barristan when they reached King's Landing, and Bran had been marking the days on his wall, eager to depart, to see a world he had only dreamed of and begin a life he could scarcely imagine.

- Bran II, AGOT -

It would always be a dream, a dream Bran never could realize because something was taken away from him

[FirstWolf]

On 8/27/2017 at 3:28 PM, LyrnaSnowBunnyAvenger said:

No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. 

- Cat

Yeah, it has to be this one. Just gutting. 

[rotting sea cow]

Found this the other day

"Mya shook her head. I remember a man throwing me in the air when I was very little. He stands as tall as the sky, and he throws me up so high it feels as though I'm flying. We're both laughing, laughing so much that I can hardly catch a breath, and finally I laugh so hard I wet myself, but that only makes him laugh the louder. I was never afraid when he was throwing me. I knew that he would always be there to catch me." She pushed her hair back. "Then one day he wasn't. Men come and go. They lie, or die, or leave you."

Bob, shame on you.

[Manderly's Rat Cook]

 "Ser Rodrik should teach me to use a poleaxe. If I had a poleaxe with a big long haft, Hodor could be my legs. We could be a knight together."

"I think that … unlikely," Maester Luwin said.

 

Poor Bran...

 

And This one...

 

"It should have been you," she told him. Then she turned back to Bran and began to weep, her whole body shaking with the sobs. Jon had never seen her cry before.

 

Poor Jon...

[TeethGrinder]

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Robb, who had been more a brother to Theon than any son born of Balon Greyjoy’s loins. Murdered at the Red Wedding, butchered by the Freys. I should have been with him. Where was I? I should have died with him.

Nearly had me in tears.