Quotes About Reality

You're awful." "I'm honest. It's the world that's awful.

Spare me," he begged. "I do not want to die." "Few do. Yet all men die, regardless.

A toad grows wings and thinks he's a bloody dragon.

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

I love beauty, but sometimes a thing lovely to behold conceals vileness and evil within.

Paint stripes on a toad, he does not become a tiger.

It was easy to forget that sometimes, when they were laughing together, or kissing. But then one of them would say something, or do something, and he would suddenly be reminded of the wall between their worlds.

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

the longer he lived ,the more tyrion realized that nothing was simple and little was true.

Las verdades más dolorosas son a las que más hay que aferrarse.

The gods are blind and men see only wha they wish.

In his dreams Jaime always had two hands; one was made of gold, but it worked just like the other.

What we want is not always what we get.

Even dreams cannot live up here.

When I was a boy, I dreamt that I could fly," he announced. "When I woke, I couldn't … or so the maester said. But what if he lied?

I am walking, he thought, exulting. Part of him knew that it was only a dream, but even the dream of walking was better than the truth of his bedchamber, walls and ceiling and door.

Life is not a song, sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow.

Beneath the gold, the bitter steel.

Bran was relieved . . . but disappointed too. So long as there was magic, anything could happen. Ghosts could walk, trees could talk, and broken boys could grow up to be knights. "But there isn't," he said aloud in the darkness of his bed. "There's no magic, and the stories are just stories." And he would never walk, nor fly, nor be a knight.

No man is free. Only children and fools think elsewise.

El corazón miente y la mente engaña, pero los ojos ven. Mira con los ojos. Escucha con los oídos. Saborea con la boca. Huele con la nariz. Siente con la piel. Y no pienses hasta después, y así sabrás la verdad. —Syrio Forel

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

If I had me a nice goose quill and a pot o' maester's ink, I could write down that me member was long and thick as me arm, wouldn't make it so.

Bad dreams never come true. The both of them had been so young, that had sounded almost wise.