Quotes About Revenge

After my name day feast, I'm going to raise a host and kill your brother myself. That's what I'll give you, Lady Sansa. Your brother's head." A kind of madness took over her then, and she heard herself say, "Maybe my brother will give me your head.

She just laughed in his face and told him she'd sooner crawl in a bed with his father's leeches before she'd crawl in one with him. She stopped laughing when he put his knife in her.

How I have yearned for the sound of your sweet voice," Tyrion sighed to her. "How I have yearned to have that eunuch's tongue pulled out with hot pincers," Cersei replied.

Vengeane, Justice. Fire and Blood

A son for a son, heh. But that's a grandson...and he never was much use." --Walder Frey

She don't speak," said the big man in the yellow cloak. "You bloody bastards cut her throat too deep for that. But she remembers." He turned to the dead woman and said, "What do you say, m'lady? Was he part of it?" Lady Catelyn's eyes never left him. She nodded.

The dwarf has risen from the dead, Tyrion thought. And look, he's uglier than ever, run tell your friends.

Arya slid her dagger out and drew it across his throat, as smooth as summer silk. His blood covered her hands in a hot gush and he tried to shout but there was blood in his mouth as well. "Valar morghulis," she whispered as he died.

i have done things i am not proud of, things that brought shame onto my house and my father's name.. but to kill your own sire? how could any man do that? - give me a crossbow and pull down your breeches, and i'll show you. gladly. - you think this is a jape? - i think life is a jape. yours, mine, everyone's.

If I am ever Hand again, the first thing I'll do is hang all the singers," said Tyrion, too loudly.

Tyrion felt a pang of rage. "You fucking son of a pox-ridden ass," he spat. "I hope you die of a bloody flux.

Bitter old women with a taste for blood. Women do not forget. Women do not forgive.

Cersei will send men after you, I have no doubt. You might do well to take another name." "Another name? Oh, certainly. And when the Faceless Men come to kill me, I'll say, 'No, you have the wrong man, I'm a different dwarf with a hideous facial scar.

If I were Mace Tyrell, I would sooner have Joffrey's head on a pike than his cock in my daughter.

Each night before sleep, she murmured her prayer into her pillow. "Ser Gregor," it went. "Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei." She would have whispered the names of the Freys of the Crossing too, if she had known them. One day I'll know, she told herself, and then I'll kill them all.

These are northmen, Uncle. The north remembers.

And Ser Lyn Corbray?" The candlelight was dancing in his eyes. "Ser Lyn will remain my implacable enemy. He will speak of me with scorn and loathing to every man he meets, and lend his sword to every secret plot to bring me down." That was when her suspicion turned to certainty. "And how shall you reward him for this service?" Littlefinger laughed aloud.

Come, drink with me," the fat man said. "A scale from the dragon that burned you, as they say.

Flies are the dead man's revenge.

He brought them the gold they asked for, but they hung him anyway." "Hanged, Ami. Your father was not a tapestry.

Get the keys and remove those chains from him, before you make me rue the day I raped your mother. ~ Roose Bolton to his son

O que é o desejo do nosso coração?" "A vingança," a voz dele era baixa, como se tivesse receio de que alguém estivesse ouvindo. "A justiça," Príncipe Doran pressionou o dragão de ônix contra a palma da mão dela com seus dedos inchados e gotosos, e murmurou "Fogo e sangue.

She narrowed her eyes. "What is our heart's desire?" "Vengeance." His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening.

I drink with Jared, jape with Symond, promise Rhaegar the hand of my own beloved granddaughter … but never think that means I have forgotten. The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer's farce is almost done.