They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.

O medo corta mais profundamente do que as espadas.

They hate you because you act like you're better than they are

Anyone can be killed.

When your enemies defy you, you must serve them steel and fire. When they go to their knees, however, you must help them back to their feet. Elsewise no man will ever bend the knee to you

You know nothing, Jon Snow

Perhaps that is the secret. It is not what we do, so much as why we do it.