Quotes About Adversity

A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here. Yet she stepped out all the same.

He was a bee in a stone honeycomb, and someone had cut off his wings.

Terror filled her. She could not go back and she was afraid to stay here, but how could she go on?" - Dany

El miedo no debe avergonzarnos; me lo dijo mi padre. Lo importante es cómo nos enfrentamos a él.

If you step in a nest of snakes, does it matter who bites you first?

Let me give you some counsel, bastard. Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strenght. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

Let them mock, Bran thought. No one mocked him in his bedchamber, but he would not live his life in bed.

Surely the Gods did not bring me safe through fire and sea only to kill me with a flux.

Nigdy nie zapominaj o tym, kim jeste?, bo ?wiat na pewno o tym nie zapomni. Uczy? z tego swoj? si??, a wtedy przestanie to by? twoj? s?abym punktem. Zrób z tego swoj? zbroj?, a nikt nie u?yje tego przeciwko tobie.

And here's another order. From this day forth, you will not call yourself a craven. You've faced more things this past year than most men face in a lifetime.

Shit and piss and trash were thrown from windows to the distant street until rain came to wash them away, and like plants in rich soil, the unstable, unreliable buildings rose, driven by the deep human desire to be the one least shat upon.

Let me give you some counsel, bastard," Lannister said. "Never forget what you are , for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

when the cold winds blow the lone wolf dies and the pack survives. He had it all backwards. Arya, the lone wolf, still lived, but the wolves of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned.

The last one was a bitch. this one was three bitches and a bastard

A broken sword can be reforged. A broken sword can kill.

George R.R. Martin

But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes...In life, the monsters win, she told herself

On the twenty-sixth day of the fifteen-day march, the last of the vegetables was consumed. On the thirty-second day, the last of the grain and fodder. Asha wondered how long a man could live on raw, half-frozen horse meat.

The biggest toms would seldom win, she noticed; oft as not, the prize went to some smaller, quicker animal, thin and mean and hungry.

If you can't protect yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can.

Common boys fight with wooden swords too, only theirs are sticks and broken branches.

Everyone talks about snows forty foot deep, and how the ice wind comes howling out of the north, but the real enemy is the cold.

Such are the vicissitudes of life," Tuf said, "that each of us must sometimes accept that which he does not like.

Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?" he heard his own voice saying, small and far away. And his father's voice replied to him. "That is the only time a man can be brave.