Truly, sister, you were born to be a widow. (Tyrion to Cersei)
She was no stranger to waiting, after all. Her man had always made her wait.
An admiral without ships, a hand without fingers, in service of a king without a throne. Is this a knight who comes before us, or the answer to a child's riddle?
Do dead man dream? The dead themselves are silent on the matter
A mad man sees what he sees.
And I tell you truly, Danaerys, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me.