Quotes About Contrast

That's one way we differ, Jaime and I. He's taller as well, you may have noticed.

And the crow once called the raven black.

The sea is colder than a maiden and crueler than a whore.

The crow calls the raven black.

When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder.

Even the sky was grey. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.

Oh yes, it hurts at times to be alone among the stars. But it hurts a lot more to be alone at a party. A lot more.

Jay wondered how they'd feel the morning they all woke up and realized that somehow Camelot had turned into Mordor.

Hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are warm.

To go north, you must go south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward, you must go back. To touch the light, you must pass beneath the shadow.

Honey poured over thunder.

The little man gave the big one a look. One of his eyes was green, one was black, and both were cool.

The Lord of Casterly Rock made such an impressive figure that it was a shock when his destrier dropped a load of dung right at the base of the throne.

White is for Starks. I'll drink red like a good Lannister.

What is the song of ice and fire?" "It's no song I've ever heard.

Have you noticed that the rain stopped the instant I had a roof above me? It will start again now that I'm back out.

Black Wind was Asha's longship. He had not seen his sister in ten years, but that much he knew of her. Odd that she would call it that, when Robb Stark had a wolf named Grey Wind. "Stark is grey and Greyjoy's black," he murmured, smiling, "but it seems we're both windy.

Hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are always warm.

Beneath the gold, the bitter steel.

I beg to differ. Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin.

For hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are warm.

Speaking for the grotesques," he said, "I beg to differ. Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder." Jon smiled. "Toad sometimes sings too, if you call it singing. Drinking songs he learned in his father's winesink. Pyp says his voice is piss poured over a fart.