Mai dimenticare chi sei, perché di certo il mondo non lo dimenticherà. Trasforma chi sei nella tua forza, così non potrà mai essere la tua debolezza. Fanne un'armatura, e non potrà mai essere usata contro di te.

[Tyrion Lannister a Jon Snow]

Uccidi il ragazzo che è in te, Jon Snow. L'inverno incombe su di noi. Uccidi il ragazzo e permetti all'uomo di nascere.

[Maestro Aemon a Jon Snow]

Per andare a nord, dovrai viaggiare a sud. Per raggiungere l'ovest, dovrai dirigerti a est. Per andare avanti dovrai tornare indietro. E per toccare la luce, dovrai passare tra le ombre.

[Quaithe a Daenerys]

Tre fuochi dovrai accendere... uno per la vita, uno per la morte e uno per l'amore... Tre destrieri dovrai cavalcare... uno per il piacere, uno per il terrore e uno per l'amore... Tre tradimenti dovrai conoscere... uno per il sangue, uno per l'oro e uno per l'amore.

[Gli Eterni a Daenerys]

...Wild as a winter storm...

"Are we going home? [ ...] I want my horse. And I want applecakes and butter and honey, and Shaggy. Are we going where Shaggydog is?"

"Yes" Bran promised.

"Take me home!" Rickon demanded. "I want to be home!"

"And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!”

She lifted up her hand and from the ring that she wore there issued a great light that illuminated her alone and left all else dark. She stood before Frodo seeming now tall beyond measurement, and beautiful beyond enduring, terrible and worshipful. Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded, and suddenly she laughed again, and lo! she was shrunken: a slender elf-woman, clad in simple white, whose gentle voice was soft and sad.

“I pass the test”, she said. “I will diminish, and go into the West and remain Galadriel.”

***

"A ruler needs a good head and a true heart," she famously told the king. "A cock is not essential. If your Grace truly believes that women lack the wit to rule, plainly you have no further need of me." And thus Queen Alysanne departed King's Landing and flew to Dragonstone on her dragon Silverwing. [...] The queen died of a wasting illness in 100 AC, at the age of four-and-sixty, still insisting that her granddaughter Rhaenys and her children had been unfairly cheated of their rights. "The boy in the belly," the unborn child who had been the subject of so much debate, proved to be a girl when born in 93 AC. Her mother named her Laena. The next year, Rhaenys gave her a brother Laenor. 

"And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!”

She lifted up her hand and from the ring that she wore there issued a great light that illuminated her alone and left all else dark. She stood before Frodo seeming now tall beyond measurement, and beautiful beyond enduring, terrible and worshipful. Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded, and suddenly she laughed again, and lo! she was shrunken: a slender elf-woman, clad in simple white, whose gentle voice was soft and sad.

“I pass the test”, she said. “I will diminish, and go into the West and remain Galadriel.”

***

"A ruler needs a good head and a true heart," she famously told the king. "A cock is not essential. If your Grace truly believes that women lack the wit to rule, plainly you have no further need of me." And thus Queen Alysanne departed King's Landing and flew to Dragonstone on her dragon Silverwing. [...] The queen died of a wasting illness in 100 AC, at the age of four-and-sixty, still insisting that her granddaughter Rhaenys and her children had been unfairly cheated of their rights. "The boy in the belly," the unborn child who had been the subject of so much debate, proved to be a girl when born in 93 AC. Her mother named her Laena. The next year, Rhaenys gave her a brother Laenor. 

CHAT UFFICIALE DI BARRIERA

“I am, and always will be, the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes, and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”

                                                                                                *We are all bad in someone's story*

...Wild as a winter storm...

"Are we going home? [ ...] I want my horse. And I want applecakes and butter and honey, and Shaggy. Are we going where Shaggydog is?"

"Yes" Bran promised.

"Take me home!" Rickon demanded. "I want to be home!"

"Gli dei esistono" ripetè a se stessa. "E anche i veri cavalieri. Tutto questo non può essere una menzogna".

Comitato Pro Brandon Stark; Comitato S.P.A. Salvate il piccolo Aemon (in difesa del figlio di Mance, del figlio di Gilly e di tutti gli altri bimbi di ASOIAF); Comitato QUANDO C'ERA LUI (Meglio Tywin di quella psicopatica di sua figlia); Comitato A.T.P.A. (Aemon Targaryen pro-pro-prozio dell'anno); Comitato E.S.S.S. (Eddard Stark Santo Subito); Comitato E.T.S.T. (Eddison Tollett li seppellirà tutti); Comitato M.E.F.H. (Martin esci fuori Howland) gemellato con M.E.F.W. (Martin esci fuori Willas); Comitato T.M.G.M.S.  (Theon Mezzo Greyjoy Mezzo Stark); Comitato Y.L.J.E.M. (Ygritte levati, Jon è mio), Comitato T+S: Tyrion+Sansa (possibilmente a regnare su Castel Granito); Comitato Pro Jojen e Meera Reed; Comitato G.M.S.S. (Giù le mani da Sansa Stark); Comitato L'unico Vero Aegon (ovvero l'Egg delle novelle);

Questa è l'unica Odissea:  gli Argonauti partono in cerca della realtà per trovare, alla fine,

colui che la sta sognando. (Il pappagallo dalle sette lingue)

Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo. ( Virgilio - Eneide )

Tutte le fini sono il mio inizio, tutti i cammini sono il mio sentiero.

(benedettini disertori)

" A Grande Inverno giuriamo la fedeltà della Torre delle Acque Grigie. Cuore e focolare e raccolto a te noi doniamo, mio lord. Le nostre spade, le lance e le frecce sono al tuo comando. Da’ misericordia ai nostri deboli, aiuta i nostri inermi e fa’ giustizia per tutti. Noi mai ti volteremo le spalle. Lo giuro sulla terra e sull’acqua. Lo giuro sul bronzo e sul ferro. Lo giuriamo sul ghiaccio e sul fuoco. "