Arya 2 Quotes

If you need help bark like a dog." - Gendry. "That's stupid. If I need help I'll shout help." - Arya

You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the North. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.

I wish I was home", She said miserably. She tried so hard to be brave, to be fierce as a wolverine and all, but some times she felt she was a little girl after all.

She walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear, and it felt as though Syrio Forel walked beside her, and Yoren, and Jaqen H'ghar, and Jon Snow.

What if the wolves come?" – Lommy Greenhands "Yield." – Arya Stark

That’s no law, just a sword. Happens I got one too.

Arya lifted her gaze from the dead man and his dead dog. Jaqen H'ghar was leaning up against the side of the Wailing Tower. When he saw her looking, he lifted a hand to his face and laid two fingers casually against his cheek.

There is a proper way to greet the sentinels in Ceris, certain patterns and forms that you must observe when presented to Queen Islanzadí, and a hundred different manners in which to greet those around you, if it’s not better to just remain quiet.” “With all your customs,” Eragon risked saying, “it seems as though you’ve only made it easier to offend people.” A smile flickered across her lips. “Perhaps.

As she slept amidst the rolling grasslands, Catelyn dreamt that Bran was shole again, that Arya and Sansa held hands, that Rickon was still a babe at her breast. Robb, crownless, played with a wooden sword, and when all were safe asleep, she found Ned in her bed, smiling. Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light. She woke aching and alone and weary; weary of riding, weary of hurting, weary of duty. I want to weep, she thought, I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all . . . a day . . . an hour . . .

Eragon blinked. Is it me, or is everyone on the edge today? Like Arya-one moment she's angry, the next she's giving me a blessing! No one will be comfortable until things return to normal. Define normal.

Arya did not dare [take a bath], even though she smelled as bad as Yoren by now, all sour and stinky. Some of the creatures living in her clothes had come all the way from Flea Bottom with her; it didn’t seem right to drown them.

And Arya, well . . . Ned’s visitors would oft mistake her for a stableboy if they rode into the yard unannounced. Arya was a trial, it must be said. Half a boy and half a wolf pup.

Septa Mordane said boar hunting was not for ladies, and Mother only promised that when she was older she might have her own hawk. She was older now, but if she had a hawk she'd eat it. -Arya Stark

That was a heroic deed.” Embarrassed, Eragon scuffed his boots against the ground. “I wouldn’t have survived if not for Arya.” “You are too modest, Argetlam,” she admonished. “It was you who struck the final blow.

In the midst of all of this local peace and harmony, a man named Ronald John was now the President-elect of the United States. He campaigned on a platform that promised to “rid America of the Muslim scourge.” What does this mean? Arya pondered. Does this man seriously intend to engage in the process of deporting all Muslims, whether here legally or illegally, whether citizens or non-citizens? Isn’t that unconstitutional? Arya Khan was inspirited and . . . terrified.

I'm not an owl. I'm a wolf. I'll howl. -Arya Stark

So long as she could kill with a whisper, Arya need not be afraid of anyone . . . but once she used up the last death, she would only be a mouse again.

I’m not an owl,” said Arya. “I’m a wolf. I’ll howl.

But did guys like Dylan care about her people? Or did he believe, like many others, the victims had it coming? Arya compared the situation to a rape accusation by someone who was sexually promiscuous. She was asking for it, wasn’t she? In this case, Muslims were asking for it, weren’t they? 

—¿No es la flor más perfecta y adorable? —preguntó Arya. Eragon la miró, con una exquisita conciencia de lo cerca que estaban en aquel momento, y dijo: —Sí... Lo es. —Sin dar tiempo a que lo abandonara el coraje, añadió—: Como tú.

Make me a water dancer and a wolf and not afraid again, ever.

A man must have some name, is that not so? Biter cannot speak and Biter cannot write, yet his teeth are very sharp, so a man calls him Biter and he smiles. Are you charmed?” Arya

Arya leaned close and whispered, “Chiswyck,” right in Jaqen’s ear.

So, you decided to act like Angela Lansbury and solve crimes for the police?” “Who’s Angela Lansbury?” Arya wondered.

And Arya! He cringed,

Arya put her lips to his ear. “It’s Jaqen H’ghar.

At Winterfell they had called her “Arya Horseface” and she’d thought nothing could be worse, but that was before the orphan boy Lommy Greenhands had named her “Lumpyhead.” Her head felt lumpy

Arya lifted her gaze from the dead man and his dead dog. Jaqen H’ghar was leaning up against the side of the Wailing Tower. When he saw her looking, he lifted a hand to his face and laid two fingers casually against his cheek.

It wasn’t Harren, Arya wanted to say, it was me. She had killed Chiswyck with a whisper, and she would kill two more before she was through. I’m the ghost in Harrenhal, she thought. And that night, there was one less name to hate.

between them. “We know that it’s possible to retrieve information from the future—fortunetellers can often sense the paths a person’s life may take—but we’ve been unable to refine the process to the point where you can choose what, where, or when you want to see.” Eragon found the entire concept of funneling knowledge through time profoundly disturbing. It raised too many questions about the nature of reality. Whether fate and destiny really exist, the only thing I can do is enjoy the present and live as honorably as possible. Yet he could not help asking, “What’s to stop me, though, from scrying one of my memories? I’ve seen everything in them … so I should be able to view them with magic.” Arya’s

With her mind, Arya tells Eragon that she has been ferrying Saphira’s egg between the elves and the Varden, in the hopes that it might hatch for one of their children. However, during her last trip, she was ambushed by Durza and forced to send the egg elsewhere with magic, which is how it came to Eragon. Now Arya is seriously wounded and requires the Varden’s medical help. Using mental images, she shows Eragon how to find the rebels. An epic chase ensues. Eragon and his friends traverse almost four hundred miles in eight days. They are pursued by a contingent of Urgals, who trap them in the towering Beor Mountains. Murtagh, who had not wanted to go to the Varden, is forced to tell Eragon that he is the son of Morzan.

that he had begun to long for clearings, fields, or even a mountain, instead of the endless tree trunks and meager underbrush. His flights with Saphira provided no respite as they only revealed hills of prickly green that rolled unbroken into the distance like a verdant sea. Oftentimes, the branches were so thick overhead, it was impossible to tell from what direction the sun rose and set. That, combined with the repetitive scenery, made Eragon hopelessly lost, no matter how many times Arya or Lifaen troubled to show him the points of the compass. If not for the elves, he knew that he could wander in Du Weldenvarden for the rest of his life without ever finding his way free. When it rained, the clouds and the forest canopy plunged them into profound darkness, as if they were entombed deep underground. The falling water would

But Lady Destiny has an uncanny way of playing with her favorite children. She offers them opportunities to get their life back at inopportune junctures. Only a few can recognize it, even fewer dare to embrace it. Kalicharan turned out to be both her favorite and a courageous one. [Daughter Mother Woman Chapter 2]

Ogni notte, Arya ripeteva i loro nomi. «Ser Gregor» sussurrava contro il suo cuscino di pietra «Dunsen, Polliver, Chswyck, Raff Dolcecuore, Messer Sottle e il Mastino. Ser Amory, ser Ilyn, ser Meryn, re Joffrey, regina Cersei.» Quando ancora a Grande Inverno, Arya pregava con sua madre nel tempio e con suo padre nel parco degli dei. Ma non c'erano dei lungo la strada per Harrenhal, e i nomi dell'odio erano le uniche preghiere che le importasse di ricordare. Ogni giorno marciavano, e ogni notte Arya ripeteva i nomi dell'odio.

Robb was to marry one of their aunts, and Arya one of their uncles.

He liked to boast how he was the son of the Lord of the Crossing, not a nephew or a bastard or a grandson but a trueborn son, and on account of that he was going to marry a princess. Arya didn’t care about his precious princess,

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He is very persuasive, this Zachary Blake. I like him. He will do an excellent job for Arya. And he wants to do this. My pride is one thing. My daughter is EVERYTHING . . .

The rider was a distance away, but Arya could make out the beat-up leather jacket and grey hair spouting out all sides of the man’s helmet. A cold chill went through her body. No one else noticed the sound or the man. For no particular reason, she decided to keep this sighting to herself, and continued walking with Zack and her parents. Perhaps later, she’d confide in Zack. Was this the guy? Is he watching me?

Was she a cold-blooded killer or an innocent patsy in another man’s crime? The two men were in vastly different places on the confusing subject of Arya Khan.

The war between President Ronald John, Muslim nationals, Muslim immigrants, and the federal judiciary was peaking at the wrong time for Arya Khan and Zachary Blake. Picking a jury and conducting voir dire would be difficult if not impossible.

She felt helpless. Only Allah can bring him comfort. Panic was setting in. Arya was dizzy and sick to her stomach. As Keith Blackwell took his last breath, some unknown force compelled Arya Khan to pick up the knife. The last thing she heard before sheer terror overtook her own consciousness was: “Dearborn Police, drop the knife!

There has been some sort of mistake.” “What mistake is that, may I ask?” The woman snarled. “These handcuffs,” she looked behind herself, trying to raise her arms. “Why have I been handcuffed?” “Well, sweetie, that’s not an unusual procedure when you stab someone to death,” the woman snapped. Arya was horrified. They think I did this?

(2) According to the Shäntong tradition, primordial wisdom is what is to be realized and discriminative wisdom is the means to realize it. In this view, discriminative wisdom is of two kinds, these being the discriminative wisdom focusing outwards and the one focusing inwards. Generally speaking, discriminative wisdom is the ability to individually discriminate each and every object. This ability in its aspect of focusing outwards is also native to ordinary beings. In the Shäntong view, discriminative wisdom constitutes the ability to discern all relative phenomena, each individually, and to know them for what they are. While the relative phenomena are examined by means of discriminative wisdom, their way of existence and their way of appearance are understood. It is seen that they are empty, lacking inherent existence, that they do not truly exist and yet appear on a relative level like a dream image or a magical illusion. In the Shäntong view, primordial wisdom is considered as being within all sentient beings. This is because in this view it is no other than the mind itself in terms of its true existence. The essence of mind is emptiness and its nature is clear light. These two aspects being inseparable, primordial wisdom is equivalent to the inseparable union of emptiness and clear light, or of spaciousness and awareness. With regard to this primordial wisdom three aspects are distinguished: those of the basis, path, and fruit. The primordial wisdom present within all beings needs to be realized in order to reveal itself immediately or directly. This realization has to take place in such a way that primordial wisdom itself recognizes its own face (Tib. ye shes rang ngor shes pa). The primordial wisdom present from the very beginning within the stream of being, which is the true nature of the minds of all sentient beings, the inseparable union of emptiness and clear light, is called the basis primordial wisdom and also “ever-present wisdom” or “ever-present dharmakaya.” The phase in which this nature of mind is initially realized and during which this realization is cultivated is called the path primordial wisdom. At the time when all the adventitious stains of delusion are eliminated, this inseparable union of emptiness and clear light is called the fruit primordial wisdom.

Al menor atisbo de una capa dorada, galopad hacia el Muro como si un dragón os estuviera pisando los talones. Los demás no les importamos una mierda. —Tú sí —señaló Arya—. Ese hombre ha dicho que se iba a llevar tu cabeza. —Bueno... —dijo Yoren—, si me la puede quitar del cuello, que se la quede.

This relates to the fact that a person will abandon the sacred Dharma for the following [ten] reasons: (1) Discriminative wisdom thoroughly investigating the profound meaning is faint and a person’s understanding and intellectual capacity are extremely feeble. (2) Since the disposition to be expanded has not been awakened, there is total lack of striving for unstained virtuous properties. (3) A person relies on false pride, nourishing the conceited idea: “I have qualities!” while what he believes to be a quality is not one at all. (4) In former lives a person has accumulated the karma through which the sacred Dharma is abandoned, doing so very intensively and to a great extent. For this reason this person has the nature of being obscured [and blinded] with respect to truth. (5) The sublime words of the Buddha expressing the provisional meaning are mistakenly held to be a definitive meaning, which is thatness, [the true nature] of all phenomena. (6) A person is in the grip of very strong craving and greed for the profits of sense gratifications, such as food, clothing, wealth, and so on. (7) A person is under the sway of being totally fixated upon and indoctrinated by inferior views, such as the views belonging to the transitory collection, and so on. (8) A person has fallen to the influence of evil friends, having relied on them for a very long time, having totally forsaken the sacred Dharma, and having disapproved of and noisily opposed its deep and vast aspects. (9) Likewise, for a very long time, a person has stayed away from those who have the characteristics of a saintly being, from spiritual friends who uphold the sacred teachings of the Great Vehicle. (10) A person has mean devotion and aspiration, in that he delights in what is harmful and wrong, while there is no faith and confidence in the true Dharma and in pure beings.

Her own children had more Tully about them than Stark. Arya was the only one to show much of Ned in her features. And Jon Snow, but he was never mine. She found herself thinking of Jon’s mother, that shadowy secret love her husband would never speak of. Does she grieve for Ned as I do? Or did she hate him for leaving her bed for mine? Does she pray for her son as I have prayed for mine?