Game of Thrones Quotes

Year:

2011 – 2019

Country:

United Kingdom, USA

Genres:

Action, Drama, Fantasy

Nine noble families fight for control over the lands of Westeros, while an ancient enemy returns after being dormant for millennia.

— Power is a curious thing, my lord. Are you fond of riddles?
— Why, am I about to hear one?
— Three great men sit in a room. A king, a priest and a rich man. Between them stands a common sellsword. Each great man bids the sellsword kill the other two. Who lives, who dies?
— Depends on the sellsword.
— Does it? He has neither crown nor gold nor favor with the gods.
— He has a sword, the power of life and death.
— But if it's swordsmen who rule, why do we pretend kings hold all the power? When Ned Stark lost his head, who was truly responsible? Joffrey? The executioner? Or something else?
— I've decided I don't like riddles.
— Power resides where men believe it resides. It's a trick, a shadow on the wall. And a very small man can cast a very large shadow.

For men in our position, holding grudges can be an encumbrance, don't you think?

— My sister wants to hurt me. She'll look for any weakness she can find. She can't know about you.
— I'm the weakness?
— It's a compliment, my lady.
— How is being a weakness a compliment?

Tyrion Lannister

Shae (Tyrion's mistress)

Season 2

Episode 3

Weakness

— How do you sleep?
— Same as most men, I think.
— But you've seen things, horrible things.
— Aye. I've seen some pretty things, too, but not nearly so many.
— How do you sleep when you... When you have those things in your head?
— You didn't see that. I made damn sure.
— I close my eyes and I see them up there. All of them standing there. Joffrey, the Queen and... and my sister.
— You know, we've got something in common, me and you. You know that? I must have been a couple of years older than you. I saw my brother stabbed through the heart right on our doorstep. He weren't much of a villain what skewered him. Willem, the lad's name was. He ran off before anyone could spit. And I just stood there, watching my brother die. Here's the funny part. I can't picture my brother's face anymore. But Willem, oh, he was a nice-looking boy. He had good white teeth, blue eyes, one of those dimpled chins all the girls like. I would think about him when I was working, when I was drinking, when I was having a shit. It got to the point where I would say his name every night before I went to bed. Willem. Willem. Willem. A prayer almost. Well, one day, Willem came riding back into town. I buried an ax so deep into Willem's skull they had to bury him with it. Willem's horse got me to the Wall and I've been wearing black ever since.