Quotes About Loss

I am sorry for your loss as well, Joffrey," the dwarf said. "What loss?" "Your royal father? A large fierce man with a black beard; you'll recall him if you try. He was king before you." "Oh, him. Yes it was very sad, a boar killed him." "Is that what 'they' say, Your Grace?

In his dreams Jaime always had two hands; one was made of gold, but it worked just like the other.

it felt as if they had all died while he had slept...or perhaps (He) died, and they had forgotten him.

Noooo," Cersei wailed, "Father help him, someone help him, my son, my son...' Tyrian found himself thinking of Robb Stark. My own wedding is looking much better in hindsight.

His passion was a tragedy for all of us, but it was real, and pure, and nothing to be made mock of.

That made her laugh until she screamed. "Mad," someone said, "she's lost her wits," and someone else said, "Make an end," and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she'd done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don't, don't cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.

It is hard to die unmourned.

Where do whores go?

When he thought of his daughters, he would have wept gladly, but the tears would not come. Even now, he was a Stark of Winterfell, and his grief and his rage froze hard inside him.

That was the day without a dawn.

The things I do for love," it said. Bran screamed. The crow took to the air, cawing. Not that, it shrieked at him. Forget that, you do not need it now, put it aside, put it away. It landed on Bran's shoulder, and pecked at him, and the shining golden face was gone. Bran

I am sorry for your loss." "I had a new hand made, of gold." He showed her. "Very nice. Will they make you a gold father too?" Lady Genna's voice was sharp. "Tywin was the loss I meant.

A daughter." Brienne's eyes filled with tears. "He deserves that. A daughter who could sing to him and grace his hall and bear him grandsons. He deserves a son too, a strong and gallant son to bring honor to his name. Galladon drowned when I was four and he was eight, though, and Alysanne and Arianne died still in the cradle. I am the only child the gods let him keep. The freakish one, not fit to be a son or daughter.

The world grows a little darker everyday.

What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves.…

She could feel the hole inside her where her heart had been.

Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light.

I am a hollow shell, the crab's died, there's nothing left inside. Don't they know that?

Catelyn had not eaten today. Perhaps that had been unwise. She told herself that there had been no time, but the truth was that food had lost its savor in a world without Ned. 'When they took his head off, they killed me too.

Winter comes for all of us, Catelyn thought. For me, it came when Ned died. It will come for you too, child, and sooner than you like. She did not have the heart to say it.

Oh." Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. "You know nothing, Jon Snow," she sighed, dying.

My father went south once, to answer the summons of a king. He never came home again.

I am sorry for your loss as well, Joffrey" the dwarf said. "What loss?" "Your royal father? A large fierce man with a black beard; you'll recall him if you try. He was king before you

He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.