If I could wish the Kingslayer back in chains I would. You freed him without my knowledge or consent... but what you did, I know you did for love. For Arya and Sansa, and out of grief for Bran and Rickon. Love’s not always wise, I’ve learned. It can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts... wherever they take us. Don’t we, Mother?

Any act can be a prayer, if done as well as we are able.

I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all....a day.....an hour.

In King’s Landing, there are two sorts of people. The players and the pieces… Every man’s a piece to start with, and every maid as well. Even some who think they are players." Petyr Baelish

Mothers." The man made a word sound like a curse. "I think birthing does something to your minds. You are all mad.

The Beauty raised her eyes, the only part of her that was truly beautiful.

You've got a bold tongue, little man. One day, someone is like to cut it out and make you eat it.