Oh$$$ my sweet summer child$$$" Old Nan said quietly$$$ "what do you know of fear?Fear is for the winter$$$ my little lord$$$ when the snows fall a hundred feetdeep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the longnight$$$ when the sun hides its face for years at a time$$$ and little childrenare born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt andhungry$$$ and the white walkers move through the woods

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?''That is the only time a man can be brave$$$' his father told him.

I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. My brother has his sword$$$ King Robert has his warhammer$$$ and I have my mind… and a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone$$$ if it is to keep its edge. That’s why I read so much$$$ Jon Snow.

We were talking about the prince$$$' Sansa said$$$ her voice soft as a kiss.Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey$$$ of course. The tall$$$ handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.

Be careful you don't cut yourself. The edges are sharp enough to shave with.''Girls don't shave'$$$ Arya said.'Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa's legs?

They hate you because you act like you're better than they are...." "[they are] Four that you humiliated in the yard. Four who are probably afraid of you. I’ve watched you fight. It’s not training with you. Put a good edge on your sword$$$ and they’d be dead meat; you know it$$$ I know it$$$ they know it. You leave them nothing. You shame them. Does that make you proud?

A bruise is a lesson... and each lesson makes us better.

Laughter is poison to fear.

Is it so far from madness to wisdom?" - Daenerys Targaryen