Quotes About Existence

Do you believe in ghosts, Maester?" [Jaime] asked Qyburn. The man's face grew strange. "Once, at the Citadel, I came into an empty room and saw an empty chair. Yet I knew a woman had been there, only a moment before. The cushion was dented where she'd sat, the cloth was still warm, and her scent lingered in the air. If we leave our smells behind us when we leave a room, surely something of our souls must remain when we leave this life?

Time is different for a tree than for a man. Sun and soil and water, these are the things a weirwood understands, not days and years and centuries. For men, time is a river. We are trapped in its flow, hurtling from past to present, always in the same direction. The lives of trees are different. They root and grow and die in one place, and that river does not move them. The oak is the acorn, the acorn is the oak.

Valar Morghulis- All men must die

Do dead man dream? The dead themselves are silent on the matter

I have the virtue of being still amongst the living. Some would say that is my only virtue.

Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come. Certain moths live their whole lives in a day, yet to them that little span of time must seem as long as years and decades do to us. An oak may live three hundred years, a redwood tree three thousand. A weirwood will live forever if left undisturbed. To them seasons pass in the flutter of a moth's wing, and past, present, and future are one.

Men are men ... Dragons are dragons.

If life was worthless, what was death?

If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?" "Because of men like you." "There are no men like me. There's only me.

What sort of gods make rats and plagues and dwarfs?

seeing everything, yet a part of nothing.

How can I lose something I have never owned?

George R.R. Martin

Se la vita non valeva nulla, quanto poteva valere la morte?

A thing without a name has no substance. If it existed, it would have a name. And, likewise, if you give a thing a name, somewhere, on some level, the thing named will exist, will come to be.

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

Aastasadu on Tsitadelli mehed surnukehi lahanud, et uurida elu olemust. Mina tahtsin mõista surma olemust ja lahkasin seepärast elusaid mehi.

Men are born to strive and suffer. Our woes only vanish when we die.

Bütün insanlar ölmek zorunda Jon Kar, ama önce ya?ayaca??z.

Life is warmth and warmth is fire, and fire is God's and God's alone.

Earth and water, soil and stone, oaks and elms and willows, they were here before us all and will still remain when we are gone.

All men must die. We are but death's instruments, not death himself.

If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?

But I do exist. Remember that . . . This is not Avalon now, t'Larien, and today is not yesterday. It is a dying Festival world, a world without a code, so each of us must cling tightly to whatever codes we bring with us. (Jaan Vikary)