Quotes About Wisdom

George R.R. Martin

The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true.

The heart lies and the head plays tricks on us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in a way knowing the truth.

Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.

Aemon's blind white eyes came open. "Egg?" he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. "Egg, I dreamed that I was old.

A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge. That is why I read so much.

It was queer how sometimes a child's innocent eyes can see things that grown men are blind to.

Is it so far from madness to wisdom?" - Daenerys Targaryen

Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.

He'll be down with the books. My old septon used to say books are dead men talking. Dead men should keep quiet is what I say. No one wants to hear a dead man's yabber.

Do you want to die old and craven in your bed?- How else? Though not till I'm done reading.

Tyrion shrugged. "We all need to be mocked from time to time Lord Mormont lest we start to take ourselves too seriously.

The past remains the past. We can learn from it, but we cannot change it.

Better to mock the game than to play and lose.

I know nothing, Ygritte, he [Jon Snow] thought, and perhaps I never will.

The years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget.

A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone.

Man wants to be the king o' the rabbits, he best wear a pair o' floppy ears.

You do not steal from the dragon, oh, no. The dragon remembers.

All men are fools, if truth be told, but the ones in motley are more amusing than ones with crowns.

Knowledge is a Weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to Battle.

A ruler needs a good head and a true heart," she famously told the king. "A cock is not essential.

Un lector vive mil vidas antes de morir. Aquel que nunca lee vive solo una.

The old man laid a withered, spotted hand on his shoulder. "It hurts, boy," he said softly. "Oh, yes. Choosing . . . it has always hurt. And always will. I know.