Quotes About Hope

I beg you both, take heart.'(Varys) 'Whose?' asked Tyrion sourly. He could think of several tempting choices.

Oak and iron, guard me well, or else I'm dead, and doomed to hell.

However bright a torch might burn it could never match the rising sun.

This world is twisted beyond hope, when lowborn smugglers must vouch for the honor of kings.

I have never forgotten, and I can't imagine you have, and I've thought of it over the years. It was so good, when it was good, I kept thinking. How could it go wrong?

Jon Snow: I'm not afraid to die. Mormont: Nor life, I hope.

Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

and some soon will learn that even an ember in the ashes can still ignite a great blaze.

The night is dark and full of terrors, and so are dreams.

I pray he found the peace in death that he never knew in life.

You cannot know what the light might summon from the darkness.

If I pray nicely, will the Father give me a new hand? No. But the Warrior will give you courage, the Smith will lend you strength, and the Crone will give you wisdom. It's a hand I need.

They laughed at him, but they didn't know, they didn't know about all the nice things he had. No one knew. No one. Only someday he'd see somebody different, somebody to give his things to, somebody who would give him all their things. Yes. He'd like that. He'd know her when he saw her. He'd know just what to say.

Surely the Mother Above loved my children more. She took so many of them away from me.

I remembered that, so I allowed myself to hope... perhaps I wanted to... we all deceive ourselves, when we want to believe.

Even if the boy does live, he will be a cripple. Worse than a cripple. A grotesque. Give me a good clean death.' Tyrion replied with a shrug that accentuated the twist of his shoulders. 'Speaking for the grotesques,' he said, 'I beg to differ. Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

It was the end of the world. And we are going beyond it.

I wish it was all a dream. Then I could wake up.

A man should cling to hope.

Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.

The night is dark and filled with terrors,

Even now, it was hard for her to believe that he was truly gone. Some nights she would wake in darkness, half-asleep, and for an instant expect to find him there beside her.

It was pleasant to think that men still sang, even in the midst of butchery and famine.

Catelyn dreamt that Bran was whole again, that Arya and Sansa held hands, that Rickon was still a babe at her breast. Robb, crownless, played with a wooden sword, and when all were safe asleep, she found Ned in her bed, smiling