Favorite Quotes from the books.

[Boaz]

“There are no men like me. There’s only me.”

I adored Jaime from this point on

Me too.

 

[Jatkinson]

Probably most of the things Dolorous Edd has ever came out with in the books is somewhere in the rankings of best quote.

I don't remember exactly when and where but Edd is thinking back to how lucky one of the brothers were during a skirmish with the wildings, he mentioned how lucky he was to land in water after falling from a cliff only to go on and say that an axe to the head had already killed him.

I'm sure most of you will remember that one.

 

[Eulalia]

Asha says to Theon. Nice crown, made it yourself?

 

[Dearth]

"Here comes our breakfast arrows"

"Can you still be brave if you're scared?"
"That's the only time you can be brave."

 

[Wiggum]

"I beg you my lord, grant me leave to go to your brother Stannis and tell him what I suspect!"

 

[Faceless Mike]

"I ordered a watch kept over you., You were seen leaving. If your brothers had not fetched you back, you would have been taken along the way, and not by friends. Unless you have a horse with wings like a raven. Do you?"

"No." Jon felt like a fool.

"Pity, we could use a horse like that."

A bit of humor from the Old Bear

 

[Young stormlord]

There's more humour from the Old Bear than you think. Here's quote from Samwell's chapter in ASOS:

"I know that," Mormont grumbled. "We must go all the same. Craster's made that plain." He glanced to the west, where a bank of dark clouds hid the sun. "The gods gave us a respite, but for how long?" Mormont swung down from the saddle, jolting his raven back into the air. He saw Sam then, and bellowed, "Tarly!"
"Me?" Sam got awkwardly to his feet.
"Me?" The raven landed on the old man's head. "Me?"
"Is your name Tarly? Do you have a brother hereabouts? Yes, you. Close your mouth and come with me."
"With you?" The words tumbled out in a squeak.
Lord Commander Mormont gave him a withering look. "You are a man of the Night's Watch. Try not to soil your smallclothes every time I look at you. Come, I said." His boots made squishing sounds in the mud, and Sam had to hurry to keep up. "I've been thinking about this dragonglass of yours."
"It's not mine," Sam said.
"Jon Snow's dragonglass, then. if dragonglass daggers are what we need, why do we have only two of them? Every man on the Wall should be armed with one the day he says his words."
"We never knew…"
"We never knew! But we must have known once. The Night's Watch has forgotten its true purpose, Tarly. You don't build a wall seven hundred feet high to keep savages in skins from stealing women. The Wall was made to guard the realms of men … and not against other men, which is all the wildlings are when you come right down to it. Too many years, Tarly, too many hundreds and thousands of years. We lost sight of the true enemy. And now he's here, but we don't know how to fight him. Is dragonglass made by dragons, as the smallfolk like to say?"
"The m-maesters think not," Sam stammered. "The maesters say it comes from the fires of the earth. They call it obsidian."
Mormont snorted. "They can call it lemon pie for all I care. If it kills as you claim, I want more of it."

 

[Rhaegar]

Absolute favorite passage from the series, even better than the 7 vs 3 kingsguard dream of Eddards. Really long but its the quote from Septon Meribald about broken men, from AFFC, when Brienne is travelling with podrick payne and hyle hunt:


"

“Ser? My lady?” said Podrick. “Is a broken man an outlaw?”
“More or less,” Brienne answered.
Septon Meribald disagreed. “More less than more. There are many sorts of outlaws,
just as there are many sorts of birds. A sandpiper and a sea eagle both have wings, but
they are not the same. The singers love to sing of good men forced to go outside the
law to fight some wicked lord, but most outlaws are more like this ravening Hound
than they are the lightning lord. They are evil men, driven by greed, soured by malice,
despising the gods and caring only for themselves. Broken men are more deserving of
our pity, though they may be just as dangerous. Almost all are common-born, simple
folk who had never been more than a mile from the house where they were born until
the day some lord came round to take them off to war. Poorly shod and poorly clad,
they march away beneath his banners, ofttimes with no better arms than a sickle or a
sharpened hoe, or a maul they made themselves by lashing a stone to a stick with strips
of hide. Brothers march with brothers, sons with fathers, friends with friends. They’ve
heard the songs and stories, so they go off with eager hearts, dreaming of the wonders
they will see, of the wealth and glory they will win. War seems a fine adventure, the
greatest most of them will ever know.
“Then they get a taste of battle.
“For some, that one taste is enough to break them. Others go on for years, until they
lose count of all the battles they have fought in, but even a man who has survived a
hundred fights can break in his hundred-and-first. Brothers watch their brothers die,
fathers lose their sons, friends see their friends trying to hold their entrails in after
they’ve been gutted by an axe.
“They see the lord who led them there cut down, and some other lord shouts that they
are his now. They take a wound, and when that’s still half-healed they take another.
There is never enough to eat, their shoes fall to pieces from the marching, their clothes
are torn and rotting, and half of them are ******** in their breeches from drinking bad
water.
“If they want new boots or a warmer cloak or maybe a rusted iron halfhelm, they need
to take them from a corpse, and before long they are stealing from the living too, from
the smallfolk whose lands they’re fighting in, men very like the men they used to be.
They slaughter their sheep and steal their chickens, and from there it’s just a short step
to carrying off their daughters too. And one day they look around and realize all their
friends and kin are gone, that they are fighting beside strangers beneath a banner that
they hardly recognize. They don’t know where they are or how to get back home and
the lord they’re fighting for does not know their names, yet here he comes, shouting
for them to form up, to make a line with their spears and scythes and sharpened hoes,
to stand their ground. And the knights come down on them, faceless men clad all in
steel, and the iron thunder of their charge seems to fill the world . . .
“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.”

 

[C Of K]

"I yield!" -Lommy/Hot Pie

 

[Young stormlord]

Part Jaime's dream...

"The light was so dim that Jaime could scarcely see her, though they stood a scant few feet apart. In this light she could almost be a beauty, he thought. In this light she could almost be a knight."

 

[Lyanna Stark]

Oh wow, no one came up with my favorite quote by a mile!

"Loras is young," Lady Olenna said crisply, "and very good at knocking men off horses with a stick. That does not make him wise."

I agree that Lady Olenna has some of the best quotes *ever*!

 

[Boaz]

Lyanna, Welcome! Olenna is a great character... She's the Sawyer of Westeros. She nicknames lot's of people... Left, Right, Lord Oaf...