Quotes About Love From Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Five years of waking up next to the man who once offered me money to stay and now wakes me with whispered thank-yous for choosing him back. When the story ends and the kids beg for one more, Rory looks straight at me. “This part is for grown-ups,” she announces. Then she recites from memory the vow we taught her: “Love isn’t a contract with an end date. Love is choosing the hard thing every single day. Love is burning the world down if you have to, just to keep your people warm.” The yard goes quiet. Even the kids feel it. Killian’s arms tighten around me so hard I can’t breathe for a second.

And right now, all I feel is your pathetic excuse for self-pity. “It’s not self-pity!” I roared, my voice cracking. “It’s love. You wouldn’t understand what it’s like to love someone so much it tears you apart when they’re gone.” Love? Thorin spat the word like venom. Love is what makes us stronger, not weaker. What you’re doing isn’t love—it’s a crutch. You’re using Seraphine as an excuse to avoid your responsibilities. And guess what? The pack is paying the price.

“To love you beyond reason, beyond darkness, beyond the shadows that have haunted us. To be the man you deserve, every single day, for as long as I breathe.” Her eyes glistened with tears, and my chest tightened. “I promise to stand by your side,” she replied softly, voice cracking slightly. “To love you, even when the world fights against us. To trust you with my heart, my soul, my everything.” It was a brief eternity, and in that moment, nothing else existed. The battles, the scars, the blood, the nights of fear—they all belonged to the past. What remained was raw, undeniable love, a force that neither time nor circumstance could dilute.

"I don't think I have the strength to stay away from him. I have loved him since he was in my womb... I never want to be apart from him again." "Don't do it, I wouldn't let you," he affirms once again, and she snuggles against his chest. She believes him. "I love you, Arya." Arya doesn't say anything, she continues crying in his embrace. Those last words, more than being pleasant to her ears, are pure pain... pain in her soul. Because she doesn't believe she can love again, as she once did. ☆ﾟ･:.˛˚ღღﾟεïз ღღﾟ･:｡.･*.☆

“You don’t deserve his love if you’re willing to abandon him this easily.” “Abandon?” Cassiel barked. “I’m risking everything to bring him back!” “Then fight smarter!” Gavin shouted. “Not suicidal!” Axel appeared behind Gavin, touching his shoulder, but Gavin shrugged him off. “You all walk around like sacrifice is the answer to everything. You think love means throwing yourself into fire, but love is also staying alive. Love is showing up every damn day even when it’s hard. Love is enduring!” Silence followed. Gavin’s breath heaved.

And yes, I’m talking about Arya. She was gathering the documents on the coffee table when I hesitantly told her about my plan on moving in with Killiad. It was sudden. Her face twisted on an ugly grimace while her legs anxiously bounce up and down. The sudden shift in her moods had me reeling for a moment. She looked at me with alarm in her eyes. “Love is just an illusion and forever is just a joke.” She said like a mantra that she keeps on repeating inside her head. Something that maybe she’s convincing herself into.

"My dear Virginia, you are my greatest blessing, and I am eternally grateful for your love. We will face the uncertainty of my health together, cherishing each moment we have. And know that, even if my days are numbered, the love we share will transcend time and space. You have brought light into my life, and I want to spend every precious moment with you." In that moment, their love enveloped them, weaving a tapestry of devotion and resilience. Together, they exchanged contacts all over their naked skins, as their lips greedily devoured each other, drawing strength from their deep connection. Virginia understood that love was not just about hearts but about the unbreakable bond of body, sou

Lysandra, her gaze lingering on Sasha and Alec, replied with a soft sigh, "Makes you envious, more like. Such a connection, especially now, is rare." Nebula, her voice echoing a million stars, remarked, "In the vast tapestry of the universe, love is the golden thread that makes everything else meaningful. It's a force even the cosmos can't ignore." Maris, her eyes twinkling like deep-sea treasures, added, "Love is like water, it finds its way, even in the most arid landscapes, bringing life and hope." Alec, drawing Sasha into a more secluded part of the Haven, whispered, "Every second feels like an eternity when I'm not with you. But these stolen moments? They're like fleeting comets, brilli

“Don’t you dare give up on me. I was a fool before, but not anymore. I’m here, Pen. I’m not leaving without you.” She shook her head weakly, but her eyes betrayed her. The love was still there, buried beneath pain and fear. “I love you,” I said, my voice fierce, raw with truth. “I was blind, but now I see clearly. You’re my mate, my only one. And I will not let Rhaegal take you.” Her tears spilled, and a sob escaped her lips. She buried her face against me once more. “I love you too,” she whispered, her words breaking me and healing me at the same time.

“Can you come back?” He picked up his laptop and was about to walk out when I stepped him with my hands. He didn't pull away. I took a deep breath. “Winston, what’s wrong? Why are you cold?” He sighed. “I love you, Sansa. Don't you ever doubt that. But I don't think you feel the same way.” What? Was he serious? I was practically carrying a part of him inside me and living with him. What could that possibly mean to him?!