Citas con George R. R. Martin y A Clash of Kings

Terminé de leer “A Clash of Kings” de George R. R. Martin. Como siempre, les dejo algunas citas que me gustaron o que llamaron mi atención:

·         Some gave me soft words and some blunt, some made excuses, some promises, some only lied. In the end words are just wind.

·         A man like that would give no false hope, nor soften a hard truth.

·         Living men had gone south, and cold bones would return.

·         Was there ever a man where only one side bled?

·         Power resides where men believe it resides. No more and no less.

·         He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.

·         They will not love me, you say? When have they ever loved me? How can I lose something I have never owned?

·         A man agrees with god as a raindrop with the storm.

·         When you tear out a man’s tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you´re only telling the world that you fear what he might say.

·         A hound will die for you, but never lie to you. And he’ll look straight in the face.

·         Dead men could not hurt her, but whoever had killed them could.

·         I much prefer angry and stupid to composed and cunning.

·         Is there any creature on earth as unfortunate as an ugly woman?

·         It is all a game to them still, a tourney writ large,, and all they see  is the chance for glory and honor and spoils. They are boys drunk on song and story, and like all boys, they think themselves immortal.

·         That’s my cursed luck, I kill the poor.

·         What good did it do you to be brave?

·         I can smell defiance, I can smell pride, I can smell disobedience. I catch a whiff of any such stinks, you’ll answer for it. When I sniff you, all I want to smell is fear.

·         Dragons die, but so do dragonslayers.

·         Perhaps that is the secret. It is not what we do, so much as why we do it.

·         How they loved to promise heads, these men who would be kings.

·         You have a cheerful way of grieving.

·         Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.

·         With two eyes you see my face. Whit three you could see my heart. With two you can see that oak tree there. With three you could see the acorn the oak grew from and the stump that it will one day become. With two you see no farther than your walls. With three you would gaze south to the Summer Sea and north beyond the Wall.

·         Death came in that door and blew the life of him as swift as the wind snuffed out his candles.

·         It seems to me that it might be easier for one man to find two hundred than for two hundred to find one.

·         The living should smile, for the dead cannot.

·         Trust would get you killed.

·         The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome.

·         Better than some. Not so good as others.

·         It is better to be seen as cruel than foolish.

·         What good was it to take a kingdom if you could not hold it?

·        What do you think a knight is for, girl? You think it’s all taking favors from ladies and looking fine in gold plate. Knights are for killing.

·         They’re all meat, and I’m the butcher.

·         Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

·         People were such fools. If we’d said they were rams’ heads, they would have seen horns.

·         Loyal sellswords are rare as virgin whores.