Quotes About Emotion

I want to weep , she thought. I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all …a day … an hour ... ...One day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong. But not today. It could not be today.

You were made to be kissed, often and well.

Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.

For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep. She wanted a storm to match her rage.

She had never loved him so much as she did in that instant.

Tears aren't a woman's only weapon.

She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon… but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her "little sister." She'd tell him, "I missed you," and he'd say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.

She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.

The queen smiled as she lay her head upon the pillow. When I kissed her cheek, I could taste the salt of her tears.

You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.

When somebody says 'it's just a book' smile because they just don't understand.

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

The sea is colder than a maiden and crueler than a whore.

Ygritte was much in his thoughts as well. He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body... and the look on her face as she slit the old man's throat. You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.

There are worse things than dying with a song on your lips.

It was like murdering two of your children. I try to make the readers feel they've lived the events of the book. Just as you grieve if a friend is killed, you should grieve if a fictional character is killed. You should care. If somebody dies and you just go get more popcorn, it's a superficial experience isn't it?

Even the sky was grey. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.

I had feared it from the start, from the moment you first smiled at me and let me touch your hand. My own father could not love me. Why would you if not for gold?

If the lamb sees the knife, she panics. Her panic seeps into her meat, darkens it, fouls the flavor.

Can they love without a word for it?

How I have yearned for the sound of your sweet voice," Tyrion sighed to her. "How I have yearned to have that eunuch's tongue pulled out with hot pincers," Cersei replied.

Sweet lady," said Florian, "all men are fools, and all men are knights, where women are concerned.

Hoooodor," said Hodor, swaying. "Hooooooodor, hoooooodor, hoDOR, hoDOR, hoDOR." Sometimes he liked to do this, just saying his name different ways, over and over and over.

I want her, he realized. I want Winterfell, yes, but I want her as well, child or woman or whatever she is. I want to comfort her. I want to hear her laugh. I want her to come to me willingly, bring me her joys and her sorrows and her lust.