Quotes About Scheming

His cunning gaze assesses the situation as if he's already considered three ways to destroy everyone present.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, and all that sort of thing.

Well, the gentleman was a vampire," Vale agreed, "so it would fit certain scheming aspects of his character—even though one should probably not speak ill of the undead.

This talk of love means very little. Love is not a feeling. It can be tested. Love is action, it is silence. It's not the emotional straining and scheming for possession that you used to think it was.

It's an awful lot to take in, this elaborate plan in which I was a piece, just as I was meant to be a piece in the Hunger Games. Used without consent, without knowledge. At least in the Hunger Games, I knew I was being played with.

sometimes through that alchemy of quiet malice, by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles;

Cunning people find other people to drown for them.

Chiltington was a snake. Worse. A garden slug. Maybe a leech. Something oily and slimy that left a greasy trail and liked to mooch off other people's ideas.

In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.

So much for fearing a shy, paralyzed virgin; she might be innocent, but Eliza had pressed against him and kissed him back until he completely forgot that he was pursuing her because of her father's manipulations. That thought cooled his blood somewhat. Edward Cross wanted him to court and marry his daughter, didn't he? Hugh smiled grimly. Cross was about to get exactly what he wanted. And so was he. Not only Cross's money, but Eliza herself.

The ruby at Melisandre's throat gleamed red. "It is not those foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. You would do well to keep your wolf close beside you. Ice, I see, and daggers in the dark. Blood frozen red and hard, and naked steel. It was very cold." "It is always cold on the Wall." "You think so?" "I know so, my lady." "Then you know nothing, Jon Snow," she whispered.

In King's Landing, there are two sorts of people. The players and the pieces… Every man's a piece to start with, and every maid as well. Even some who think they are players." Petyr Baelish

The dwarf has played her like a set of pipes, and she is too deaf to hear the tune.

Littlefinger looked like a boy who had just taken a furtive bite from a honeycomb. He was TRYING to watch for bees, but the honey was so sweet.

He has an old man's caution and a young man's ambition, and has never lacked for cunning.

The Marquis de Carabas always had a plan, and he always had a fallback plan; and beneath these plans he always had a real plan, one that he would not even let himself know about, for when the original plan and the fallback plan had both gone south.

Esistono due tipi di persone ad Approdo del Re: i giocatori e le pedine. Petyr Baelish "Littlefinger

Now, who is inside my solar?' 'Lord Littlefinger.' Podrick managed a quick look at his face, then hastily dropped his eyes. 'I meant, Lord Petyr. Lord Baelish. The master of coin.' 'You make him sound a crowd.

In King's Landing, there are two sorts of people. The players and the pieces.

Robert got a pair of twins on a serving wench at Casterly Rock, three years ago when he went west for Lord Tywin's tourney. Cersei had the babes killed, and sold the mother to a passing slaver.

Shall I ask again?" wondered Xaro. "No, I know that smile. It is a cruel queen who dices with men's hearts. Humble merchants like myself are no more than stones beneath your jeweled sandals." A single tear ran slowly down his pale white cheek.

A year ago I was scheming to make the girl Robert's queen," Renly said, "but what does it matter? The boar got Robert and I got Margaery. You'll be pleased to know she came to me a maid." "In your bed she's like to die that way.

It is said that true tricstkers can make trouble between two pans in a kitchen.

Eve: She had big plans for me. Kind of a pet, I imagine. Like William. Her little trained dog. And with you dead, she figured I'd inherit all your goodies. You're not going to do that to me are you? Roarke: What, die? Eve: Leave me all this stuff. Roarke: Only you would be annoyed by that.