Quotes About Independence

He had no choice, he had told her, and then he left, choosing.

Ser Gerold Hightower had begun his history, and Ser Barristan Selmy had continued it, but the rest Jaime Lannister would need to write for himself. He could write whatever he chose, henceforth. Whatever he chose ...

They were never my pack, not even Hot Pie and Gendry. I was stupid to think so, just a stupid little girl, and no wolf at all.

I would choose freedom over comfort every time.

Life would be much simpler if men could fuck themselves, don't you agree?

Such a fierce little thing she is, they say, she has no need of comfort. They are wrong in that, I fear. All men need comfort.

Just where do you think you are going, Arya?' the septa demanded. Arya glared at her. 'I have to go shoe a horse,' she said sweetly taking a brief satisfaction in the shock on the septa's face.

A man can own a woman or a man can own a knife, but no man can own both. Every little girl learns that from her mother.

A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold winds blow the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. He had it all backwards. Arya the lone wolf, still lives, but the wolves of the pack had been taken and slain and skinned.

I will not fight you," Princess Meria told Rhaenys, "nor will I kneel to you. Dorne has no king. Tell your brother that." "I shall," Rhaenys replied, "but we will come again, Princess, and the next time we shall come with fire and blood.

If he must be alone, he would make solitude his armor.

Are you certain they never cut your member off?" Tormund gave a shrug, as if to say he would never understand such madness. "Well, you are a free man now, but if you will have the girl, best find yourself a she-bear. If a man does not use his member it grows smaller and smaller, until one day he wants to piss and cannot find it.

A long time ago, she remembered her father saying that when the cold winds blow the lone wolf dies and the pack survives.

We came here to be free of Old Valyria, and your Targaryens are Valyrian to the bone.

If they want to give you a name, take it, make it your own. Then they can't hurt you with it anymore.

If only you could take that final step, you'd see farther than ll the rest. You'd be alone with nothing but blue sky above you.

You are in difficulty," she observed. "He will not come," Kraznys said. "There is a reason. A dragon is no slave.

Soy mi propio campeón, mi propio bufón y mi propio arpista.

If every woman had a direwolf, men would be much sweeter.

If she wants I can find a hundred men and line them up before her naked, and she can pick the one she likes," the king said. "I would sooner she wed a lord, but if she prefers a hedge knight or a merchant or Pate the Pig Boy, I am past the point of caring, so long as she picks someone .

Like their dragons, the Targaryens answered to neither gods nor men.

She stalked off into the trees, wishing she could just saddle her horse and ride home. She was a good horse, a chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead. She could gallop off and never see any of them, unless she wanted to. Only then she'd have no one to scout ahead of her, or watch behind, or stand guard while she napped, and when the gold cloaks caught her, she's be all alone. It was safer to stay with Yoren and the others.

Arya was a trial, it must be said. Half a boy and half a wolf pup. Forbid her anything and it became her heart's desire. She had Ned's long face, and brown hair that always looked as though a bird had been nesting in it. I despaired of ever making a lady of her. She collected scabs as other girls collected dolls, and would say anything that came into her head. I think that she must be dead too.

Begging for help never gets you any.