sunday morning

Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again.

Mother of Dragons

“Take a look. Look at the consequences. Here they are.”

When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.

What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

there is only one god, and his name is d e a t h .

and there is only one thing we say to death:     

                    n o t   t o d a y . 

he was who he was; jon snow,  b a s t a r d  and  o a t h b r e a k e r, motherless, friendless, and  d a m n e d. for the rest of his life — however long that might be — he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing  i n  t h e  s h a d o w s  who dares not speak his true name.

the man who passes the sentence should  s w i n g  t h e  s w o r d .

what is dead may  n e v e r  die.