Quotes About Sacrifice

If the lamb sees the knife, she panics. Her panic seeps into her meat, darkens it, fouls the flavor.

Know the men who follow you and let them know you. Don't ask your men to die for a stranger.

The bad part is you freeze your balls off, but since you're not allowed to breed anyway, I don't suppose that matters.

Valar morghulis. - Valar dohaeris. (c) George R. Martin -- All men must die. - All men must serve.

All kings must be butchers or meat.

All Knights must bleed. Blood is the seal of our devotion.

Pick," he said, "or we kill them all." On her knees, weeping, Helaena named her youngest, Maelor. Perhaps she thought the boy was too young to understand, or perhaps it was because the older boy, Jaehaerys, was King Aegon's firstborn son and heir, next in line to the Iron Throne. "You hear that, little boy?" Cheese whispered to Maelor. "Your momma wants you dead." Then he gave Blood a grin, and the hulking swordsman slew Prince Jaehaerys,

Aquello que amamos siepre acaba por destruirnos

Las cosas que amamos siempre acaban por destruirnos.

My life was writ in red, in blood and wine.

You each name yourself king, yet the kingdom bleeds and no one lefts a sword to defend it but my son.

Nunca ha existido un esclavo que no escogiera ser esclavo. Puede que la elección fuera entre los grilletes y la muerte, pero la elección estaba siempre allí.

No mother should outlive her children, and no captain should outlive his ship.

She would be no one if that was what it took. No one had no holes inside her.

Hodor, hush," said Bran. "Be quiet now. No more stupid hodoring.

Our enemies leave our bodies for the crows and the wolves. Our friends bury us in secret graves.

You know the best thing about heroes, Jaime? They all die young and leave more women for the rest of us.

I'll have no songs about how brave you died, Kingmaker. There's tens o'thousands dead on your account.

The boys were going to a place that none had ever been before, to serve an order that had been the enemy of their kith and kin for thousands of years, yet Jon saw no tears, heard no wailing mothers. These are winter's people, [...] tears freeze upon your cheeks where they come from.

Kings are supposed to put the realm before their sisters.

George R.R. Martin

Tell me, Bronn. If I told you to kill a babe... an infant girl, say, still at her mother's breast... would you do it? Without question? Without question? No. The sellsword rubbed thumb and forefinger together. I'd ask how much.

Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.

Hundreds had come to the castle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Seven. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their lives.