❛❛ 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, and our great tragedy. ― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones.
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✦ — ❝And what if I’m a snowstorm burning What if I’m a world unturning What if I’m an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep What if I’m the kindest demon Something you may not believe in What if I’m a siren singing gentlemen to sleep❞
