"It's just a sword," she said, aloud this time... but it wasn't.
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 shatters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile.
- Arya Stark, A Feast for Crows by George R.R. Martin
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RandomI collected these from books I've read since 2014. I currently have three journals brimming with quotes (and still counting), so I figured I needed a digital compilation just in case, because they are all precious to me. 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥: I don'...
