Quotes About Battle

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

Because they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.'' ''Lady Catelyn, you are wrong.'' Brienne regarded her with eyes as blue as her armor. ''Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it's always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

A great battle is a terrible thing," the old knight said, "but in the midst of blood and carnage, there is sometimes also beauty, beauty that could break your heart.

Fighting is better than this waiting," Brienne said. "You don't feel so helpless when you fight. You have a sword and a horse, sometimes an axe. When you're armored it's hard for anyone to hurt you." "Knights die in battle," Catelyn reminded her. Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. "As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them.

The day my father came to claim me, my mother did not wish for me to go. 'She is a girl,' she said, 'and I do not think that she is yours. I had a thousand other men.' He tossed his spear at my feet and gave my mother the back of his hand across the face, so she began to weep. 'Girl or boy, we fight our battles,' he said, 'but the gods let us choose our weapons.' He pointed to the spear, then to my mother's tears, and I picked up the spear.

That's no law, just a sword. Happens I got one too.

We will fight a battle, and then we will rest. Alive or dead, we'll rest." - Jon Snow

Children are a battle of a different sort. ... A battle without banners or warhorns but no less fierce.

The white horse and the black one wheeled like lovers at a harvest dance, the riders throwing steel in place of kisses.

Every battle is a gamble, Snow. The man who does nothing also takes a risk.

Be certain," Catelyn told her son, "or go home and take up that wooden sword again. You cannot afford to seem indecisive in front of men like Roose Bolton and Rickard Karstark. Make no mistake, Robb-these are your bannermen, not your friends. You named yourself battle commander. Command.

Thrones are won with swords, not quills. Spill blood, not ink.

One of your northmen hit me with a morningstar during the battle on the Green Fork. I escaped him by falling off my horse. (Tyrion)

They call me Baelon the Brave," the prince told his wife at her bedside, "but I would sooner fight a dozen battles than do what you've just done.

No singer would ever make a song about that battle. No maester would ever write down an account for one of the Reader's beloved books. No banners flew, no warhorns moaned, no great lord called his men about him to hear his final ringing words. They fought in the predawn gloom, shadow against shadow, stumbling over roots and rocks, with mud and rotting leaves beneath their feet.

A man is never so vulnerable in a battle as when he flees," Lord Eddard has told Jon once. "A running man is like a wounded animal to a soldier. It gets his bloodlust up.

Do you think it will truly come to battle between them? If they should come to some accord—" "They won't," Tyrion said. "They are too different and yet too much alike, and neither could ever stomach the other.

and take the ironmen in the rear while they are beating off what they think is my main thrust up the causeway

some knights are dark and full of terror, my lady. War makes monsters of us all.

The brave man slays with a sword, the craven with a wineskin.

Would you lesson me in warfare? I was fighting battles when you were sucking mother's milk. And losing battles too.

We have won a battle, not a war

You don't feel your wounds then, or the ache in your back from the weight of the armor, or the sweat running down into your eyes. You stop feeling, you stop thinking, you stop being you, there is only the fight, the foe, this man and then the next and the next and the next, and you know they are afraid and tired but you're not, you're alive, and death is all around you but their swords move so slowly, you can dance through them laughing." Battle fever.

In the songs, the knights never screamed nor begged for mercy.