Quotes About Justice

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Una vez el Septon Supremo me dijo que el sufrimiento es el precio que pagamos por nuestros pecados. Si eso es cierto, decidme, Lord Eddard... ¿por qué son siempre los inocentes los que más sufren cuando vosotros, los grandes señores, jugáis al juego de tronos?

All kings must be butchers or meat.

Ned always said that the man who passes the sentence should swing the blade, though he never took any joy in the duty. But I would, oh, yes.

Vengeane, Justice. Fire and Blood

Edd, fetch me a block.

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.

Once a turncloak, ever a turncloak," Lord Cregan said. "You rose up in rebellion against your lawful queen and helped drive her from this city to her death, raised up your own squire in her place, then abandoned him to save your worthless hide. The realm will be a better place without you." When Ser Perkin protested that he had been pardoned for those crimes, Lord Stark replied, "Not by me.

If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

Strike hard and true, crow, or I'll come back and haunt you.

Yet our way is the older way. The blood of the First Men still flows in the veins of the Starks, and we hold to the belief that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

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.

The gods have no mercy. That's why they're gods.

Sleep on your stone pillow, and let the gulls peck out your eyes while the crabs feast on your flesh. You've feasted on enough of them, you owe them.

Ser Barristan Selmy raised his pale blue from the table and said, ''Your Grace, ther is honor in facing an enemy on the battlefield, but none in killing him in his mother's womb. Forgive me, but I must stannd with Lord Eddard.

Ser Gregor, it went, Dunsen, Polliver, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei. She ended it with valar morghulis,

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

And I know that a king protects his people, or he is no king at all.

May the Father judge him justly. Now, there's an awful prospect.

Salt a slug and shame a hero.

Some would fight for any cause, some for none at all.

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

Clegane would grunt from time to time, and once Tyrion heard him mutter a curse, but otherwise he fought in a sullen silence. Not Oberyn Martell. "You raped her," he called, feinting. "You murdered her," he said, dodging a looping cut from Gregor's greatsword. "You killed her children," he shouted, slamming the spearpoint into the giant's throat, only to have it glance off the thick steel gorget with a screech.