We were kingโs men, knights, and heroes . . . but some knights are dark and full of terror, my lady. War makes monsters of us all.โ โAre you saying you are monsters?โ โI am saying we are human. You are not the only one with wounds, Lady Brienne
George R. R. MartinPerhaps I will die too, she told herself, and the thought did not seem so terrible to her. If she flung herself from the window, she could put an end to her suffering, and in the years to come the singers would write songs of her grief. Her body would lie on the stones below, broken and innocent, shaming all those who had betrayed her. Sansa went so far as to cross the bedchamber and throw open the shutters ... but then her courage left her, and she ran back to her bed, sobbing.
George R. R. Martin