Quotes About Respect

and Jon had ordered benches and tables brought in. Men with comfortable seats were more inclined to listen, Maester Aemon had once told him; standing men were more inclined to shout.

Tell Khan Drogo that he has given me the wind.

He may not look as tall or strong as some, but he is worth more than all of them." - Lysa

Never ask a baker what went into a pie. Just eat.

There were some secrets that should never be spoken, some shames a man should take to his grave.

That's pretty." He remembered Sansa telling him once that he should say that whenever a lady told him her name.

She is of the north. She deserves better than a butcher.

It is my look they will flinch from now, my frown that they must fear.

The King's Hand should have a hand," the Hand said "I will not have men speaking of the King's Stump

A lady's armor is courtesy

Thank the Good Master for his patient kindness," Dany said, "and tell him that I will think on all I learned here." She gave her arm to Arstan Whitebeard, to lead her back across the plaza to her litter. Aggo and Jhogo fell in to either side of them, walking with the bowlegged swagger all the horselords affected when forced to dismount and stride the earth like common mortals.

Robb, listen to me. Once you have eaten of his bread and salt, you have the guest right, and the laws of hospitality protect you beneath his roof.

Mormont leaned forward. "Tarly, when I was a lad half your age, my lady mother told me that if I stood about with my mouth open, a weasel was like to mistake it for his lair and run down my throat. If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, beware of weasels.

Better to die a knight than live like that.

It is a wise woman who knows her place.

Honor set you on the kingsroad … and honor brought you back.

His passion was a tragedy for all of us, but it was real, and pure, and nothing to be made mock of.

Family, Duty, Honor,

Maybe it's the rogue in me, the part of me that loves to color outside the lines, but the truth is, I don't have much respect for genre barriers.

Jaime's golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out, burning. "You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.

Honor," she said. "The point is honor.

If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words.

Words won´t make your mother a whore. She was what she was

And if I hear 'Your Grace' once more, I'll have your head on a spike. We are more to each other than that." "I had not forgotten," Ned replied quietly.