Truly, sister, you were born to be a widow. (Tyrion to Cersei)
For they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.
It had been more of a wish, actually, but it sounded better to call it a dream.
You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.
We only make peace with our enemies. That's why it's called making peace.
Ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow. Tyrion smiled. Lord Varys, I am growing strangely fond of you. I may kill you yet, but I think I'd feel sad about it. I will take that as high praise.