"I try to think about only the good stuff with Ali and block out what really happened. It’s easier that way. So like, in my head, my Ali is still this bubbly, intoxicating girl who had everyone wrapped around her finger [ … ] Nothing fazed her. She was kind of … amazing.”
Get to know me meme: (1/5) favourite tv shows » Game of Thrones
Oh, my sweet summer child. What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the the long nights when the sun hides for years, and children are born and live and die, all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little lord; when the white walkers move through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night that lasted a generation. Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts, and women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt their tears freeze on their cheeks. So is this the sort of story that you like?
“Why does that obstinate little voice in our heads torment us so? Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, of our mortality, of our individual souls – which, after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing? It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one’s burned tongues and skinned knees, that one’s aches and pains are all one’s own. Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. Our own selves make us most unhappy, and that’s why we’re so anxious to lose them, don’t you think?”
It happens in the last episode, so I was reading all the scripts and I got to the page where it says, ‘Jojen gets stabbed repeatedly in the stomach.’ I thought, That’s OK. I’ll be fine because no one’s told me yet and I’m not dead in the books. I’ll be fine.
“So I keep reading and see, ‘Meera comes over and slits his throat.’ Then I thought, Well, I’m amongst all these White Walkers. Maybe the plan is to turn me into a White Walker — that would be really, really cool. Then, that little girl comes out, throws a Molotov cocktail, and I burst into flames. That’s when I knew I was definitely, definitely dead. Dead. Properly dead.” — Thomas Brodie Sangster on how he found out Jojen was getting killed off earlier than in the books (x)
*is doing first real homework at college* *googles the summary/analysis of the essay i have to read*