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If I Could Wish The Kingslayer Back In Chains I Would. You Freed Him Without My Knowledge Or Consent... But What You Did, I Know You Did For Love. For Arya And Sansa, And Out Of Grief For Bran And Rickon. Love’s Not Always Wise, I’ve Learned. It Can Lead Us To Great Folly, But We Follow Our Hearts... Wherever They Take Us. Don’t We, Mother?

-George R. R. Martin

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If I Could Wish

George R. R. Martin

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If I Could Wish The Kingslayer Back In Chains I Would. You Freed Him Without My Knowledge Or Consent... But What You Did, I Know You Did For Love. For Arya And Sansa, And Out Of Grief For Bran And Rickon. Love’s Not Always Wise, I’ve Learned. It Can Lead Us To Great Folly, But We Follow Our Hearts... Wherever They Take Us. Don’t We, Mother?

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I Beg You Both, Take Heart.'(varys) 'whose?' Asked Tyrion Sourly. He Could Think Of Several Tempting Choices.

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Spikes, " He Sighed. "heads. Walls.

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There Are Some Examples Of Medieval Kings Who Were Terrible Human Beings But Were Nevertheless Good Kings.

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Knowledge Is A Weapon, Jon. Arm Yourself Well Before You Ride Forth To Battle.

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You Are Grown So Very Great Now, Yet The Higher A Man Climbs The Farther He Has To Fall.

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Give Me A Good Sharp Knife And A Good Sharp Cheese And I’m A Happy Man.

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If You Would Wed, Wed. If Not, Take Your Pleasure Where You Find It. There's Little Enough Of It In This World." - Oberyn

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Tyrion: My Gentle Sister Seems To Have Mistaken Me For Ned Stark. Bronn: I Hear He Was Taller. Tyrion: Not After Joff Took Off His Head.

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I Don’t Know What Message To Send To Bran. Help Him Tyrion.” “what Help Could I Give Him? I Am No Maester, To Ease His Pain. I Have No Spell To Give Him Back His Legs.” “you Gave Me Help When I Needed It” Jon Snow Said. “i Gave You Nothing,” Tyrion Said. “words.” “then Give Your Words To Bran Too.

The Only Time A Man Can Be Brave Is When He Is Afraid.

I Did Not Do It. Yet Now I Wish I Had.’ He Turned To Face The Hall, That Sea Of Pale Faces. ‘i Wish I Had Enough Poison For You All. You Make Me Sorry That I Am Not The Monster You Would Have Me Be, Yet There It Is. I Am Innocent, But I Will Get No Justice Here.

Nobody Likes Cravens,” He Said Uncomfortably. “i Wish We Hadn’t Helped Him. What If They Think We’re Craven Too?” "you're Too Stupid To Be Craven,” Pyp Told Him. “i Am Not,” Grenn Said. “yes You Are. If A Bear Attacked You In The Woods, You’d Be Too Stupid To Run Away.” “i Would Not,” Grenn Insisted. “i’d Run Away Faster Than You.” He Stopped Suddenly, Scowling When He Saw Pyp’s Grin And Realized What He’d Just Said.

A Man Could Not Always Be Where He Belonged, Though.

Of Course You Know Him. Everyone Knows A Pear-shaped Man.

It Is One Thing To Be Clever And Another To Be Wise.

When A Man Was Hurt You Took Him To The Maester, But What Could You Do When Your Maester Was Hurt?

They Will Not Love Me, You Say? When Have They Ever Loved Me? How Can I Lose Something I Have Never Owned? - Stannis

There Is Only One God And His Name Is Death. And There Is Only One Thing We Say To Death: “not Today.

Men Of Honor Will Do Things For Their Children That They Would Never Consider Doing For Themselves.

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In King’s Landing, There Are Two Sorts Of People. The Players And The Pieces… Every Man’s A Piece To Start With, And Every Maid As Well. Even Some Who Think They Are Players." Petyr Baelish

I Don't Want To Be A Queen. I Want To Be The Queen.

There Are Ghosts Everywhere," Ser Jorah Said Softly. "we Carry Them With Us Wherever We Go.

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He Was No Dragon, Dany Thought, Curiously Calm. Fire Cannot Kill A Dragon

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If Half An Onion Is Black With Rot, It Is A Rotten Onion. A Man Is Good Or He Is Evil. (melisandre Of Asshai)

Why Do Our Dreams Become So Much Smaller When They Finally Come True?

The High Septon Once Told Me That As We Sin, So Do We Suffer.

Always Keep Your Foes Confused. If They Are Never Certain Who You Are Or What You Want, They Cannot Know What You Are Like To Do Next.

Faith Is Like Porridge. Better With Milk And Honey.

If I Took It Away, No Doubt I'd Find A Morningstar Hidden Under Your Pillow Within A Fortnight. Try Not To Stab Your Sister, Whatever The Provocation.

I Am Loyal To My Beloved Joffrey. (sansa) No Doubt. As Loyal As A Deer Surrounded By Wolves. (tyrion) Lions, She Whispered Without Thinking.

Men Are Men, Vows Are Words, And Words Are Wind.

One Voyage To The East And A Man Could Live As Rich As A Lord Until The End Of His Days. When He'd Been Younger, Davos Had Dreamed Of Making Such Voyages Himself. But The Years Went Dancing By Like Moths Around A Flame, And Somehow The Time Had Never Been Quite Right.

I've Never Been Quite Sure What The Point Of A Eunuch Is, If Truth Be Told. It Seems To Me They're Only Men With The Useful Bits Cut Off.

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