She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.
The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.
Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.
Tears aren't a woman's only weapon.
It had been more of a wish, actually, but it sounded better to call it a dream.
All these kings would do a deal better if they would put down their swords and listen to their mothers.