Цитаты из аудиокниги «Пир стервятников», страница 36
Dreams turn to dust in light of day.
Some doors are best left closed.
Braavos was a city made for secrets, a city of fogs and masks and whispers.
The only peace Ser Gregor's lot had ever given anyone was the peace of the grave.
Fire consumes, bur cold preserves.
What if there is no land of light and honey, only cold and dark and pain beyond the wall called death?
Words are wind. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.
In the game of thrones, even the humblest pieces can have wills of their own. Sometimes they refuse to make the moves you’ve planned for them.
Death is not the worst thing. It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us. When our sins and our sufferings grow too great to be borne, the angel takes us by the hand to lead us to the nightlands, where the stars burn ever bright.
All men lie when they are afraid. Some tell many lies, some but a few. Some have only one great lie they tell so often that they almost come to believe it. though some small part of them will always know that it is still a lie, and that will show upon their faces.
