Quotes About Death

George R.R. Martin

El amor es un veneno. Un veneno dulce, sí, pero un veneno que mata.

it felt as if they had all died while he had slept...or perhaps (He) died, and they had forgotten him.

Winter's here. Time for us to go. No better way to die than sword in hand.

The scent of blood or the scent of gold, they smell the same in the end.

Three good men dead, to save a hedge knight's foot.

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

Death is not the worst thing," the kindly man replied. "It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us. When our sins and our sufferings grow too great to be borne, the angel takes us by the hand to lead us to the nightlands, where the stars burn ever bright.

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

The world made no sense when a great prince died so a hedge knight might live.

So long as she could kill with a whisper, Arya need not be afraid of anyone . . . but once she used up the last death, she would only be a mouse again.

Death is so final, whereas life is full of possibilities'' - Tyrion Lannister

Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. As the dead men reached the top of the Wall he sent them down to die again.

It is hard to die unmourned.

I can . . . die as I please.

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

The living have no place at the feasts of the dead.

The battle proved a victory—at least in part—and soon after, his grandfather finally died, and Ser Elmo became Lord of Riverrun. But he did not long enjoy his station; he died on the march forty-nine days later, leaving his young son, Ser Kermit, to succeed him.

The living should smile, for the dead cannot

And with his death, the war of ravens and envoys and marriage pacts came to an end, and the war of fire and blood began in earnest.

In the cool weak light the nightflames all had died, and the silent streets echoed death and desolation. Worlorn's day. Yet it was twilight.

Flies are the dead man's revenge.

We should start back," Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them. "The wildlings are dead." "Do the dead frighten you?" Ser Waymar Royce asked with just the hint of a smile.

He could feel the eyes of the dead. They were all listening, he knew. And winter was coming.