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A list of lines & other things in ASOIAF that break my heart

…because I just finished adwd and I’m trying to cope

“And afterward, we'll ride north to see the Wall. We won't even tell Jon we're coming, we'll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure." "An adventure," Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb's face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.

Distressed baby Rickon not quite knowing where his family is and what’s going on. (“You leave him. You leave him be. He’s coming home now, like he promised. He’s coming home.”)

“The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends," Ser Jorah told her. "It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace." He gave a shrug. "They never are.”

Promise me, Ned.

“How then did you save me? I saw my god's house burn, where I had healed good men beyond counting. My home they burned as well, and in the street I saw piles of heads. I saw the head of a baker who made my bread. I saw the head of a boy I had saved from deadeye fever, only three moons past. I heard children crying as the riders drove them off with their whips. Tell me again what you saved." “Your life." Mirri Maz Duur laughed cruelly. “Look to your khal and see what life is worth, when all the rest is gone."

“Dimly, as if from far away, she heard a … a noise … a soft sighing sound, as if a million people had let out their breath at once.”

The tragedy that is the story of Jeyne Poole

PROUDWING

The Starklings remembering Robb with snow melting in his hair.

"Rhaenys was a child too. Prince Rhaegar's daughter. A precious little thing, younger than your girls. She had a small black kitten she called Balerion, did you know? I always wondered what happened to him. Rhaenys liked to pretend he was the true Balerion, the Black Dread of old, but I imagine the Lannisters taught her the difference between a kitten and a dragon quick enough, the day they broke down her door."

Mycah & Lady’s deaths

Barra & her mother

Alayaya

Arya held her breath and kissed the mud on the floor of the tunnel and cried. For who, she could not say.

Run Weasel, run as far as you can, run and hide and never come back.

“It’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.”

The fate of the people in the Riverlands, Hardhome, Astapor & Saltpans.

When they took his head off, they killed me too.

But if we are winning, why am I so afraid?

Davos pretty much having to watch half of his children die at the Blackwater

Sansa singing the mother’s song to Sandor before he leaves King’s Landing

It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I’m not dead either.

“When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.”

Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.

“Gods be good, why would any man ever want to be king?”

But the wolf’s dead and the young one’s gone south to play the game of thrones, and all that’s left us is the ghosts.

“She was,” said Meera, “but that’s a sadder story.”

We look up at the same stars and see such different things.

“I have won every battle, yet somehow I’m losing the war.”

“The singers make much of kings who die valiantly in battle, but your life is worth more than a song. To me at least, who gave it to you.”

Jaime, he thought, my name is Jaime.

The training of the Unsullied

“Could you bring back a man without a head? Just the once, not six times. Could you?”

“And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we’ll live.”

In this light, she could almost be a beauty. In this light she could almost be a knight.

“We’re all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.”

“No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair.”

Let him grow taller, she asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please.

“D’you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave.”

Back in Winterfell, Sansa told him, that the demons of the dark couldn’t touch him if he hid beneath his blanket.

I have a hole where my heart should be, she thought, and nowhere else to go.

The story of the dying archer Sandor and Arya come across after the RW.

"You remember where the heart is?"

Arya took the doll away from her, ripped it open, and pulled the rag stuffing out of its belly with a finger. “Now he really looks like a soldier!”

The boy had wanted to be Ser Arthur Dayne, but someplace along the way he had become the Smiling Knight instead.

“I’d win in the end, yes, but you’d bleed me, and my people have bled enough.”

Joffrey was dead, but if Robb was dead too, what did it matter?

I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.

A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here.

What do I want with snowballs? She looked at her sad little arsenal. There’s no one here to throw them at. She let the one she was making drop from her hand.

“I was a man grown when they were playing in these pools. Yet here I sit, and they are gone.”

“And pull your hood up. The snowflakes are melting in your hair.”

Arya never seemed to find the places she set out to reach.

“I’m his squire,” he repeated, as the rain ran down his face, “but he left me.”

“I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.”

“My sister Elia had a little girl as well. Her name was Rhaenys. She was a princess too.”

The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves…

It was not the scorn of the many that left her confused and vulnerable, but the kindness of the few.

“Egg? Egg, I dreamed that I was old.”

Gilly having to leave her baby behind

“We are sworn to protect her as well,” Jaime had finally been driven to say. “We are,” Darry allowed, “but not from him.”

“I’m sorry I never trusted you. I don’t know how to do that anymore.”

“It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time… but it wasn’t. […] the Many-Faced God can have the rest, she thought, but he can’t have this.

“I used to have a dog when I was little. I called him Hero.” “Was he?” “Was he what?” “A hero.” “No. He was a good dog, though. He died.” (oh Podrick…)

The Broken Men speech

Jaime’s dream about Joanna

“The war of the Ninepenny Kings?” asked Hyle Hunt. “So they called it, though I never saw a king, nor earned a penny. It was a war though. That it was.”

“Egg? It’s dark. Why is it so dark?”

“I am the only child the gods let him keep. The freakish one, not fit to be a son or daughter.”

“Death should hold no fear for a man as old as me, but it does. Isn’t that silly?”

“[…] I was never afraid, when he was throwing me. I knew he would always be there to catch me. Then one day he wasn’t.”

“It were the black one,” the man said, in a Ghiscari growl, “the winged shadow. He come down from the sky and… and…”

Jon remembered Ygritte, crying. I am the last of the giants.

Pia being genuinely confused when Jaime has her rapist executed. Those poor people are seriously not used to actually getting some justice.

Penny and her brother

“He taught me how to climb a tree when we were little. He could catch fish with his hands. Once I found him sleeping in our garden with a hundred butterflies crawling over him. He looked so beautiful that morning, this one… I mean, I loved him.”

Her name had been Hazzea. She was four years old.

One day when the war is done and King Stannis sits the Iron Throne and has no more need of onion knights. I'll take Devan with me. Steff and Stanny too if they're old enough. We'll see these dragons and all the wonders of the world.

“I’m no slave.” “Every man ever taken by slavers sings that same sad song.”

“Should you reach your queen, give her a message from the slaves of Old Volantis. Tell her we are waiting. Tell her to come soon.”

I am so sorry Marya, I have loved you. Please forgive the wrongs I did you.

“Who is Eroeh?” “A girl I thought I’d saved from rape and torment. All I did was make it worse for her in the end. And all I did in Astapor was make ten thousand Eroehs.”

The story of the Mountain and the Hound

What if I don’t want to remain when you are gone? he almost asked, but he swallowed the words unspoken.

“That was in the dawn of days, when our sun was rising. Now it sinks, and this is our long dwindling. The giants are almost gone as well, they who were our bane and our brothers. The great lions of the western hills have been slain, the unicorns are all but gone, the mammoths down to a few hundred. The direwolves will outlast us all, but their time will come as well. In the world that men have made, there is no room for them, or us…“

I was going to be a knight, Bran remembered. I used to run and climb and fight. It seemed a thousand years ago. What was he now?

Bran did not want to be married to a tree… but who else would wed a broken boy like him?

Bless me, Dany thought bitterly. Your city is gone to ash and bone, your people are dying all around you. I have no shelter for you, no medicine, no hope. Only stale bread and wormy meat, hard cheese, a little milk. Bless me, bless me.

“I saw your father die. Here is his killer. Can I take a skull to bed with me, to give me comfort in the night? Will it make me laugh, write me songs, care for me when I am old and sick?”

It is an easy thing for a prince to call the spears, but in the end the children pay the price.

“Thousands of enemies. Thousands of wildlings.” Thousands of people, Jon thought.

An honest kiss, a little kindness, everyone deserves that much, however big, or small.

It was my home, though. Not a true home, but the best I ever knew.

“Naath. Butterflies and brothers. Tell me of the things that make you happy, the things that make you giggle, all your sweetest memories. Remind me that there is still good in the world.”

Where was I? I should have died with him.

Perhaps I cannot make my people good, she told herself, but I should at least try to make them a little less bad.

Her song is sad and pretty. What happened to her wasn’t.

Men’s lives have meaning, not their deaths.

I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.

“Sister. See. This time I knew you.”

“Theon,” he repeated. “My name is Theon. You have to know your name.”

A thousand years ago, she had known a girl who loved lemon cakes.

Quentyn did not want to die at all.

"I want to go back to Yronwood and kiss both of your sisters, marry Gwyneth Yronwood, watch her flower into beauty, have a child by her. I want to ride in tourneys, hawk and hunt, visit my mother in Norvos, read some of those books my father sends me. I want Cletus and Will and Maester Kedry to be alive again..."

They know nothing, Ygritte. And worse, they will not learn.

Stick them with the pointy end.

“Drogon killed a little girl. Her name was… her name was…” Dany could not recall the child’s name. That made her so sad that she would have cried if all her tears had not been burned away.

“I was tired, Jorah. I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl.”

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