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Words are wind.

We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros.

Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.

«سخن هرچه گویم همه گفته‌اند»

تا درون آمد غمش، از سینه بیرون شد نفس
نازم این مهمان که بیرون کرد صاحبخانه را

Old stories are like old friends. you have to visit them from time to time.

Why ask for truth when you close your ears to it?

There are ghosts everywhere, we carry them with us wherever we go.

The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.

For the night is dark and full of terrors.

When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say.

People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up.

Power resides only where men believe it resides. A shadow on the wall, yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.

نان حسرت خورم و جامه‌ی حسرت پوشم
کرمِ سیبم، خورش و پوشش من هر دو یکی است

طالبی آملی

Winter’s here. Time for us to go. No better way to die than sword in hand.

The seeds of war are oft planted during times of peace.

What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms, or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

Let me tell you a secret, Ned. More than once, I have dreamed of giving up the crown. Take ship for the Free Cities with my horse and my hammer, spend my time warring and whoring, that’s what I was made for. The sellsword king, how the singers would love me. You know what stops me? The thought of Joffrey on the throne, with Cersei standing behind him whispering in his ear. How could I have made a son like that, ned?

خیلی از مردم دوست دارند از قبل بدانند که چه چیزی قرار است سر سفره باشد، اما کسانی که برای تدارک ضیافت زحمت کشیده‌اند دلشان می‌خواهد رازشان را نگه دارند؛ چون تعجب باعث می‌شود تحسین با صدای بلندتر بر زبان جاری شود.

در گرایش انسان به وجود خویش، وجودی که با نیروهای بیرونی محدود شده است، زندانی از هر دو زندگی خلاقانه و تفریحی محروم بود. اما تنها خلاقیت و شاد زیستن زندگی را پربار می‌کند. اگر اصلا زندگی دارای مفهومی باشد، پس باید رنج هم معنایی داشته باشد. رنج بخش غیرقابل ریشه‌کن‌ شدن زندگی است؛ حتی اگر به شکل سرنوشت و مرگ باشد. زندگی بشر بدون رنگ و مرگ کامل نخواهد شد.