Quotes About Honor

Ned Stark kept his vows. He thought of the promises he'd made Lyanna as she lay dying, and the price he'd paid to keep them.

A knight swears by his sword.

These are northmen, Uncle. The north remembers.

On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns,

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

The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.

Better to die a knight than live like that.

I know I want you," he heard himself say, all his vows and his honor all forgotten.

Honor set you on the kingsroad … and honor brought you back.

Mormont shifted in his seat, frowning. "Your brother Robb has been crowned King in the North. You and Aemon have that in common. A king for a brother." "And this too," said Jon. "A vow.

A knight's a sword with a horse. The rest, the vows and the sacred oils and the lady's favors, they're silk ribbons tied round the sword. Maybe the sword's are prettier with ribbons hanging off it, but it will kill you just as dead.

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

Old Nan used to tell stories about knights and their ladies who would sleep in a single bed with a blade in between them for honor's sake, but he thought this must be the first time where a direwolf took the place of the sword.

They are still unblooded, Catelyn thought as she watched Lord Bryce goad Ser Robar into juggling a brace of daggers. It is all a game to them still, a tourney writ large, and all they see is the chance for glory and honor and spoils. They are boys drunk on song and story, and like all boys, they think themselves immortal.

Lonely and lovely and lethal, Jon Snow reflected, and I might have had her. Her, and Winterfell, and my lord father's name. Instead he had chosen a black cloak and a wall of ice. Instead he had chosen honor. A bastard's sort of honor.

A sword so fine must bear a name. It would please me if you would call this one Oathkeeper.

Jaime's golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out, burning. "You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.

Pourquoi ? demanda-t-il à l'armurier. Que suis-je pour eux ? — Un chevalier qui s'est souvenu de ses vœux.

Our honor means no more than our lives, so long as the realm is safe.

Honor," she said. "The point is honor.

If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words.

A true knight is cleanly as well as godly," the old man always said, insisting that they wash themselves head to heels every time the moon turned, whether they smelled sour or not.

I will not suffer to be called a whore!" Why, sister, he never claims Jaime paid you.

Tell him he should be pleased. As many times as I've fucked you, you're likely with child. It's not every man who has the honor of raising a king's bastard." She looked at him stupidly, so he left her there.