Série - Game of Thrones

Hold the door!

- L’amour est la mort du devoir.
- Ça vous est venu comme ça ?
- Mestre Amemon me l’a dit il y a longtemps.
- Parfois le devoir est la mort de l’amour.

Even Joffrey. He was all I had, once, before Myrcella was born. I passed hours just looking at him. His wisps of hair. His little hands and feet. Such a jolly little fellow. You hear all about the terrible ones being terrible babies, “we should have known, even then, we should have known… ” Nonsense. He was happy whenever he was with me. For a long, long time. No one can take that away from me, not even Joffrey. What it felt like to have someone. Someone of your own.

The real war isn’t between a few squabbling houses. It’s between the living and the dead. And make no mistake, my lady, the dead are coming.

A lion does not concern himself with the opinion of sheep.

Jaime, je m’appelle Jaime…

Theon. You’re a good man. Thank you.

- Sale temps pour dormir dehors.
- T’as de sacrés pouvoirs magiques pour deviner ça. C’est le Maître de la Lumière qui te l’a soufflé à l’oreille ? « Il neige Thoros, y’a du vent. La nuit va être glaciale ».
- Tu es un ours mal léché Clegane. Un peu de rhum ?
- Ta pisse de chat… Trop doux.

Don’t fight in the North. Or the south. Fight every battle; everywhere, always… in your mind.

Samwell Tarly. Slayer of white walkers. Lover of ladies. As if we needeed any more signs the world was ending.

- Get down to the crypt.
- I’m not abandoning my people.
- [Elle lui donne needl] Take this and go.
- I don’t know how to use it.
- Stick them with the pointy end.

Everything you did brought you where you are now. Where you belong. Home.

- I’ve never slept with a knight before.
- I’ve never slept with anyone before.

- Je n’ai jamais couché avec un chevalier.
- Je n’ai jamais couché avec personne.

- Que doit-on dire au Dieu de la Mort ?
- Pas aujourd’hui.

- Elle est simple d’esprit.
- Si je cherchais de l’esprit, je t’épouserai.

What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, our great tragedy.

- General rule of thumb: Stark men don’t fare well when they travel south.
- True, but I’m not a Stark.
[Énorme cri de Dragon…]

- You lived your life for the King. You’re gonna die for some chickens?
- Someone is.

Power resides where men think it resides.