Quotes About Dragons

A bag of dragons buys a man's silence for a while, but a well-placed quarrel buys it forever.

No, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don't you see? Don't you SEE?

Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.

When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone.

Remember who you are, Daenerys, ... The dragons know. Do you? - Quaithe

Let no man think that the fire of the Targaryens did not burn in his veins.

I dreamed... in the black of night a man asks all the questions he dare not ask by daylight. For me, the past years, only one question has remained. Why would the gods take my eyes and my strength, yet condemn me to linger on so long, frozen and forgotten? What use could they have for an old done man like me? ... I remember, Sam. I still remember. Remember what? Dragons, Aemon whispered.

The summers have been shorter since the last dragon died, and the winters longer and crueler.

Perhaps magic was once a mighty force in the world, but no longer. What little remains is no more than the wisp of smoke that lingers in the air after a great fire has burned out, and even that is fading. Valyria was the last ember, and Valyria is gone. The dragons are no more, the giants are dead, the children of the forest forgotten with all their lore.

Dragons die." She stood on her toes to kiss him lightly on an unshaven cheek. "But so do dragonslayers.

Trust no one. And keep your dragon close.

Oldtown waited for the dawn, and the coming of the dragons. And the dragons came.

I remember, Sam. I still remember." He was not making sense. "Remember what?" "Dragons," Aemon whispered. "The grief and glory of my House, they were.

Dorne has danced with dragons before," he said. "I would sooner sleep with scorpions.

Princess Aerea had known Vermithor and Silverwing during her time at court, but she had never been allowed too close to them. Here she could visit with the dragons as often as she liked; the hatchlings, the young drakes, her mother's Dreamfyre... and greatest of them all, Balerion and Vhagar, huge and ancient and sleepy, but still terrifying when they woke and stirred and spread their wings.

Call it boldness, call it madness, call it fortune or the will of the gods or the caprice of dragons. Who can know the mind of such a beast?

Oldtown," Maester Aemon wheezed. "Yes. I dreamt of Oldtown, Sam. I was young again and my brother Egg was with me, with that big knight he served. We were drinking in the old inn where they make the fearsomely strong cider." He tried to rise again, but the effort proved too much for him. After a moment he settled back. "The ships," he said again. "We will find our answer there. About the dragons. I need to know.

No hatchlings can hope to stand against Vermithor and Dreamfyre." "And Silverwing?" asked Rhaena. "Our sister—" "—had no part in this. I will not put her at risk." The Queen in the East smiled then. "She is Rhaenys and I am Visenya. I have never thought otherwise.

The older dragons had died during the intervening years, but Balerion lived on, growing ever larger, fiercer, and more willful. If we discount the tales of certain sorcerers and mountebanks (as we should), he is mayhaps the only living creature in the world that knew Valyria before the Doom.

No, she wanted to shout to him, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don't you see! Don't you SEE?

I believe in steel swords, gold coins, and man's wits. (...) And I believe there once were dragons. I've seen their skulls, after all.

Black Pearl was the most famous courtesan of all. "She's descended from the dragons, that one," the woman had told Cat. "The first Black Pearl was a pirate queen.

And King Harren learned that thick walls and high towers are small use against dragons," the tale always ended. "For dragons fly.

Fuck your lineage," said Gerris. "The dragons won't care about your blood, except maybe how it tastes. You cannot tame a dragon with a history lesson. They're monsters, not maesters. Quent, is this truly what you want to do?