If Margaery Tyrell thinks to cheat me of my hour in the sun, she had bloody well think again.
A horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed a part of their soul. one splits one’s soul and hides part of it in an object. By doing so, you’re protected, should you be attacked and your body destroyed. That part of your soul that is hidden lives on. In other words, you cannot die.
Stone and Snow, that was all that was left of Winterfell. Just like she and Jon.
“I hate this Wall,” she said in a low angry voice. “Can you feel how cold it is?” “It’s made of ice,” Jon pointed out. “You know nothing, Jon Snow. This wall is made o’ blood.” […] It was near midnight before Jon reached the top. The stars were out again, and Ygritte was trembling from the climb. “I almost fell,” she said, with tears in her eyes. “Twice. Thrice. The Wall was trying t’ shake me off, I could feel it.” one of the tears broke free and trickled slowly down her cheek. “The worst is behind us.” Jon tried to sound confident. “Don’t be frightened.” He tried to put an arm around her. Ygritte slammed the heel of her hand into his chest, so hard it stung even through his layers of wool, mail, and boiled leather. “I wasn’t frightened.”
“I asked him why he kept her close, if he thought her so grotesque. He said that all his other knights wanted things of him, castles or honors or riches, but all that Brienne wanted was to die for him;
“My brother Charlie was always more of an outdoor type, so he went for Care of Magical Creatures…”
[“Just being on cliffs. Even if I’m on the inside of the mountain I still feel like, ‘what if I just wheel the car off the thing?’”] It’s the fear of jumping, isn’t it? It’s not the fear of the height, it’s the fear of jumping. I have exactly the same thing. I’m that close I could just jump. It’s the same next to train tracks and things. It’s like when you’re on stage in the middle of a play, and it’s a children’s play, and sometimes your head just goes, “I could just say FUCK right now really loudly.” It’s the same thing. I find it very interesting. It’s your brain playing little tricks with you. [“See? You’ve got a nice smile but there’s a black heart beating in your chest, Kit Harington.”] (x)
get to know me meme: nine/fifteen movies
pacific rim — "Numbers do not lie. Politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. Numbers are as close as we get from the handwriting of God.”