Most powerful quotes

[Ser Quork]

Most of these are really good ones. This one made me sniffle though.

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[Maenys]

"When dead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne?"

“Are you a brother of the Night's Watch ... or only a bastard boy who wants to play at war?"

[Balerion the one eared cat]

Most people have already listed my favourites - Davos' speech to the Manderlys, Jaime's "there are no men like me", Cat's dying thoughts about her hair...

I've got a few of my own, though. First is Tyrion:

“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.”

"Contempt", thought Tyrion, "the universal tongue.”

"Words are wind."

Wyman Manderly - "The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.”

I find Dany's hallucinations of Viserys and Jorah pretty powerful too. I dislike her, but she finally realises that her treatment of Viserys (letting him be killed and not mourning even a little bit), and her exiling of Jorah, were wrong. Andi t give sme hope that she can redeem herself, because I really want to like her but just can't because of her appalling treatment of those closest to her, when she is willing to forgive complete strangers.

Theon's "You have to know your name" is another one I love, because it says a lot about the class system and knowing one's place in society, a lesson Theon learnt in a horrific way.

But my favourite quote of the series happens to be the most powerful, in my opinion:

"They know nothing, Ygritte. And worse, they will not learn." ~ Jon

It speaks for itself, about society now and in Westeros. People are blind to everything but what they wish to see, and no amount of rational thought or reasoned persuasion is going to make the slightest bit of difference once one prejudice or another has been formed in one direction or another. That's why I love Jon and Ygritte so much, because they are willing to really see each other and accept that their prejudices were wrong. Free folk and crows are all people. and People need to unite, because the Long Night 2.0 is coming to get them all! (I also adore this quote because of how heartbreaking it is... during everything he's been through, Jon is first and foremost in love with and very much missing Ygritte. :crying: )

[Mithras]

“I shall . . . at my queensmoot. Nuncle, how can you even think of not attending? This will be history, alive . . .”

“I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.”

[Guard of the Rainking]

There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man.

My son Wendel came to the the Twins a guest. He ate Lord Walder's bread and salt, and hung his sword upon the wall to feast with friends. And they murdered him. Murdered, I say, and may the Freys choke upon their fables. I drink with Jared, jape with Symond, promise Rhaegar the hand of my own beloved granddaughter ... but never think that means I have forgotten. The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.

I held Riverrun, and I bloodied Lord Tywin’s nose.

[Ser Ash the Red]

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[Jon's Queen Consort]

How could I ever forget this;

“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.”

When Meribald was finished a profound silence fell upon their little band. Brienne could hear the wind rustling through a clump of pussywillows, and farther off the faint cry of a loon. She could hear Dog panting softly as he loped along beside the septon and his donkey, tongue lolling from his mouth. The quiet stretched and stretched, until finally she said, “How old were you when they marched you off to war?”

“Why, no older than your boy,” Meribald replied. “Too young for such, in truth, but my brothers were all going, and I would not be left behind. Willam said I could be his squire, though Will was no knight, only a potboy armed with a kitchen knife he’d stolen from the inn. He died upon the Stepstones, and never struck a blow. It was fever did for him, and for my brother Robin. Owen died from a mace that split his head apart, and his friend Jon Pox was hanged for rape.”

“The War of the Ninepenny Kings?” asked Hyle Hunt.

“So they called it, though I never saw a king, nor earned a penny. It was a war, though. That it was.”

[Mithras]

Stannis: I know the cost! Last night, gazing into that hearth, I saw things in the flames as well. I saw a king, a crown of fire on his brows, burning ... burning, Davos. His own crown consumed his flesh and turned him into ash. Do you think I need Melisandre to tell me what that means? Or you? If Joffrey should die ... what is the life of one bastard boy against a kingdom?
Davos: Everything.