They Hate You Because You Act Like

They Were Never My Pack, Not Even Hot Pie And Gendry. I Was Stupid To Think So, Just A Stupid Little Girl, And No Wolf At All.

The Beauty Raised Her Eyes, The Only Part Of Her That Was Truly Beautiful.

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 Feet Deep And The Ice Wind Comes Howling Out Of The North. Fear Is For The Long Night, When The Sun Hides Its Face For Years At A Time, And Little Children Are Born And Live And Die All In Darkness While The Direwolves Grow Gaunt And Hungry, And The White Walkers Move Through The Woods

Viserys Sold My Mother's Crown, And Men Called Him A Beggar. I Shall Keep This One, So Men Will Call Me A Queen. (daenerys)

No Fight Is Hopeless Till It Has Been Fought.