The saddest moment

[therealbando]

"Egg, I dreamed I was old" & Maester Aemon`s death

Ned`s death

[StannisEndGame]

Theon feeling regret over betraying Robb:

" Murdered at the red wedding, butchered by the Freys. I should have been with him. Where was I? I should have died with him."

seriously shit's so sad it's almost funny

[Theda Baratheon]

That whole last part made me cry like ten babies at the same time. And this part as well:

Are they ever coming back?” Bran asked him.

“Yes,” Robb said with such hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother and not just Robb the Lord. “Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn’t that surprise her, to see you ahorse?” Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother’s smile. “And afterward, we’ll ride north to see the Wall. We won’t even tell Jon we’re coming, we’ll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.” “An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.

The death of a childhood. Two, actually. This made me cry far more than it should.

Sorry for posting quotes, but they indicate the saddest parts quite well. :D

Oh, no need to apologise for posting this quotes, in fact; thank you.

That seriously did just make me cry though. :crying:

[~Shiera Seastar~]

I must add: Sandor crying when he felt like he was dying, then Arya left him without looking.

[Angmar]

Definitely Cat's inner dialogue as she was about to die.

Even so, it's so tragic when you reread the first book, and see all the Starks happy and together...Before tragedies occur. :crying:

The sacking of Winterfell and Maester Luwin's death. Bran's thoughts were just heartbreaking.

[eggs]

Ned left Winterfell way too quickly imo. should have been a few more chapters of the starks chilling at the start of game of thrones.

[TheDarkEye]

Robb crying with Bran after meeting Tyrion. :crying:

what? when?

edit - never mind... :crying:

[Maester Ciarán]

The death of Puddles.

Being serious now, I think there are too many to choose the saddest moment.

[Groat]

After the Battle of the Blackwater when Tyrion is lying wounded in the bed. He remembers his time with Tysha, how it was probably the happiest in his life. This scene really got me on a reread after I knew the whole thing was legit.

[stanniswillwin]

When stannis tell the bird he nursed back to health then being mocked by Robert Robert and the story of the death of his parents

Also Arya being so close to to reuniting with Robb and Catelyn BUT Walder frey happened so we can't have nice things

(I tried not say one that had been mentioned before)

[TepidHands]

Not just Maester Aemon's decline and death, but I can't read Sam's eulogy without having to stop two or three times. Just thinking about it is making this room awfully dusty.

[Grand Moff Mithrandir]

" I am dying, Sam."Tears ran from his blind white eyes at that admission. "Death should hold no fear for a man as old as me, but it does. Isn’t that silly? It is always dark where I am, so why should I fear the darkness? Yet I cannot help but wonder what will follow, when the last warmth leaves my body."

[Sleeve of Wizard]

Donal Noye and Mag the Mighty in their death embrace.

[Jon's Queen Consort]

Ellaria

“Oberyn wanted vengeance for Elia. Now the three of you want vengeance for him. I have four daughters, I remind you. Your sisters. My Elia is fourteen, almost a woman. Obella is twelve, on the brink of maidenhood. They worship you, as Dorea and Loreza worship them. If you should die, must El and Obella seek vengeance for you, then Dorea and Loree for them? Is that how it goes, round and round forever? I ask again, where does it end?” Ellaria Sand laid her hand on the Mountain’s head. “I saw your father die. Here is his killer. Can I take a skull to bed with me, to give me comfort in the night? Will it make me laugh, write me songs, care for me when I am old and sick?”

:bowdown: Stannis. Always and forever :bowdown:

"I stopped believing in gods the day I saw the Windproud break up across the bay. Any gods so monstrous as to drown my mother and father would never have my worship, I vowed. In King’s Landing, the High Septon would prattle at me of how all justice and goodness flowed from the Seven, but all I ever saw of either was made by men."

“Now answer my question. Why do you love the Starks?”

“I…” Theon put a gloved hand against a pillar. “…I wanted to be one of them.”

“And never could. We have more in common than you know, my lord.”

:crying: :bawl: :crying:

Ned’s wraiths moved up beside him, with shadow swords in hand. They were seven against three.

“And now it begins,” said Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. He unsheathed Dawn and held it with both hands. The blade was pale as milkglass, alive with light.

“No,” Ned said with sadness in his voice. “Now it ends.”

Egg... I dreamed I was old.

:crying:

Jaime has some sad moments too.

That boy had wanted to be Ser Arthur Dayne, but somewhere along the way he had become the Smiling Knight instead

The sept was still and dark, until a woman emerged from the shadows and walked slowly to the bier. “Sister?” he said.

But it was not Cersei. She was all in grey, a silent sister. A hood and veil concealed her features, but he could see the candles burning in the green pools of her eyes. “Sister,” he said, “what would you have of me?” His last word echoed up and down the sept, memememememememememe

“I am not your sister, Jaime.” She raised a pale hand and pushed her hood back. “Have you forgotten me?”

Can I forget someone I never knew? The words caught in his throat. He did know her, but it had been so long...

“Will you forget your own lord father too? I wonder if you ever knew him, truly.” Her eyes were green, her hair spun gold. He could not tell how old she was. Fifteen, he thought, or fifty. She climbed the steps to stand above the bier. “He could never abide being laughed at. That was the thing he hated most.”

“Who are you?” He had to hear her say it.

“The question is, who are you?”

“This is a dream.”

“Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.”

One. One hand, clasped tight around the sword hilt. Only one. “In my dreams I always have two hands.” He raised his right arm and stared uncomprehendingly at the ugliness of his stump.

“We all dream of things we cannot have. Tywin dreamed that his son would be a great knight, that his daughter would be a queen. He dreamed they would be so strong and brave and beautiful that no one would ever laugh at them.”

“I am a knight,” he told her, “and Cersei is a queen.”

A tear rolled down her cheek. The woman raised her hood again and turned her back on him. Jaime called after her, but already she was moving away, her skirt whispering lullabies as it brushed across the floor. Don’t leave me, he wanted to call, but of course she’d left them long ago.

Men say Tywin never smiled, but he smiled when he wed your mother, and when Aerys made him Hand. When Tarbeck Hall came crashing down on Lady Ellyn, that scheming bitch, Tyg claimed he smiled then, and he smiled at your birth, Jaime I saw with my own eyes

Tywin ruled the Seven Kingdoms" but "was ruled at home by his lady wife.

the best part of Tywin died with her

“Never fear the darkness, Bran.” The lord’s words were accompanied by a faint rustling of wood and leaf, a slight twisting of his head. “The strongest trees are rooted in the dark places of the earth. Darkness will be your cloak, your shield, your mother’s milk. Darkness will make you strong.”

but then somehow he was back at Winterfell again, in the godswood looking down upon his father. Lord Eddard seemed much younger this time. His hair was brown, with no hint of grey in it, his head bowed. “… let them grow up close as brothers, with only love between them,” he prayed, “and let my lady wife find it in her heart to forgive …”

The quiet wolf and the maid with laughing purple eyes

The crannogman saw a maid with laughing purple eyes dance with a white sword a red snake, and the lord of griffons, and lastly with the quiet wolf

“The Lady Ashara Dayne, of Starfall?”

“No. Did he know her?”

“Before Robert was king. She met your father and his brothers at Harrenhal, during the year of the false spring.”

“Oh.” Arya did not know what else to say. “Why did she jump in the sea, though?”

“Her heart was broken.”

Sansa would have sighed and shed a tear for true love, but Arya just thought it was stupid. She couldn’t say that to Ned, though, not about his own aunt. “Did someone break it?”

He hesitated. “Perhaps it’s not my place . . .”

“Tell me.”

He looked at her uncomfortably. “My aunt Allyria says Lady Ashara and your father fell in love at Harrenhal—”

He had a pack as well, once. Five they had been, and a sixth who stood aside. Somewhere down inside him were the sounds the men had given them to tell one from the other, but it was not by their sounds he knew them. He remembered their scents, his brothers and his sisters. They all had smelled alike, had smelled of pack, but each was different too.

His angry brother with the hot green eyes was near, the prince felt, though he had not seen him for many hunts. Yet with every sun that set he grew more distant, and he had been the last. The others were far scattered, like leaves blown by the wild wind.

Sometimes he could sense them, though, as if they were still with him, only hidden from his sight by a boulder or a stand of trees. He could not smell them, nor hear their howls by night, yet he felt their presence at his back . . . all but the sister they had lost. His tail drooped when he remembered her. Four now, not five. Four and one more, the white who has no voice.

These woods belonged to them, the snowy slopes and stony hills, the great green pines and the golden leaf oaks, the rushing streams and blue lakes fringed with fingers of white frost. But his sister had left the wilds, to walk in the halls of man-rock where other hunters ruled, and once within those halls it was hard to find the path back out. The wolf prince remembered.

[Missionary]

"Egg, I dreamed I was old."

Cry every single time I read it.

:crying:

[Queen Daenerys]

Arya throwing rocks at Nymeria.

The Walders being cruel to Hodor.

Maester Aemon's death.

Robb telling Jon he could never be Lord of Winterfell.

[Missionary]

In CoK, Hodor starts panicking when Theon and the Ironborn hold them captive in the great hall and starts HODORING, Theon tells them to shut him up and several Iron born start beating him as everyone watches.

:crying:

[thesmilingspider]

"Egg, I dreamed I was old."

Cat's death.

Robb crying with Bran.

Red Viper's death.

Ned's death.

So many others...one instant where I was really close to crying was when Bran thought about how fun it would be if all his siblings were back in Winterfell, if they were all ravens in Maester Luwin's rookery.

Maester Luwin's death, too. Pretty much the entire sack of Winterfell.

[Graeae]

Theon's chapters in aDwD

[Howling Mad]

Melting down of Ice