“I pray for an end to the fighting.”

Why should I spare his feelings, when no one cares about mine?

you may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. you need her, as she needs you…

slippingoutofmind:

“They tell me you visit the godswood everyday. What do you pray for, Sansa?”

I pray for Robb’s victory and Joffrey’s death… and for home. For Winterfell.

It wasn’t about the game anymore. 

Well, that was half a lie.

It wasn’t about his game. It was hers.

…The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

don’t trust anyone.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

She shouted for Ser Dontos, for her brothers, for her dead father and her dead wolf, for gallant Ser Loras who had given her a red rose once, but none of them came. She called for the heroes from the songs, for Florian and Ser Ryam Redwyne and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, but no one heard.