Neiva-sky

                   “are you planning to follow a career in magical law, miss granger?”              “no, i’m not,” retorted hermione. “i’m hoping to do some good in the world!”

game of thrones characters: daenerys targaryen “All men must die, but we are not men.”

Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king? When everyone was shouting King in the North, King in the North, I told myself… swore to myself… that I would be a good king, as honorable as father, strong, just, loyal to my friends and brave when I faced my enemies… now I can’t even tell one from the other. How did it all get so confused?

i will do what  q u e e n s  do. i will  r u l e.

                                        winterfell is mine, bastard,                                                  come and see.

“When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.”

Oh, my sweet summer child. What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the the long nights when the sun hides for years, and children are born and live and die, all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little lord.

Peace, do you think that’s what we had under your father, or his father, or his. Peace never lasts, my dear. Will you take a bit of advice from an old woman? He’s a clever man, your hand. I’ve known a great many clever men. I’ve outlived them all, you know why? I ignored them. The lords of Westeros are sheep. Are you a sheep? No, you’re a dragon. Be a dragon.

I wish I was home. She said miserably. She tried so hard to be brave, to be fierce as a wolverine and all, but some times she felt she was a little girl after all.

You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, The Unburnt, The Breaker of Chains.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. The Many-Faced God can have the rest, Arya thought, but he can’t have this.

           “How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king?”

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

get to know me meme: [6/7] pairings ♡ jonerys (game of thrones)   “Jon Snow is not in love with me. Oh, my mistake. I suppose he stares at you longingly because he’s hopeful for a successful military alliance.”

It’s been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.

fear. fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. but so, it seems, is love. love is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patters. we yield to it or we fight it. but we cannot meet it halfway. without it, we cannot continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality. hill house, not sane, stands against its hills holding darkness within. it has stood so for a hundred years and might stand a hundred more. within, walls continue upright, bricks meet neatly, floors are firm, and doors are sensibly shut. silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of hill house. and those who walk there, walk together.

Love is a heartless bastard.