Baelish Quotes

In King’s Landing, there are two sorts of people. The players and the pieces… Every man’s a piece to start with, and every maid as well. Even some who think they are players." Petyr Baelish

It doesn't matter what we want, once we get it, then we want something else." - Lord Baelish

…When you’ve know me longer, you’ll learn that I mean everything I say.” “Even the lies?” “Especially the lies. Lord Petyr…

Thank you for your many lessons Lord Baelish. I will never forget them.

If war were arithmetic, then the mathematicians would rule the world. (Lord Petyr Baelish)

Petyr 'Littlefinger' Baelish: The realm. Do you know what the realm is? It's the thousand blades of Aegon's enemies, a story we agree to tell each other over and over, until we forget that it's a lie. Lord Varys: But what do we have left, once we abandon the lie? Chaos? A gaping pit waiting to swallow us all. Petyr 'Littlefinger' Baelish: Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some, are given a chance to climb. They refuse, they cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.

You would not believe half of what is happening in King’s Landing, sweetling. Cersei stumbles from one idiocy to the next, helped along by her council of the deaf, the dim, and the blind. I always anticipated that she would beggar the realm and destroy herself, but I never expected she would do it quite so fast. It is quite vexing. I had hoped to have four or five quiet years to plant some seeds and allow some fruits to ripen, but now . . . it is a good thing that I thrive on chaos. What little peace and order the five kings left us will not long survive the three queens, I fear.” -Littlefinger

Esistono due tipi di persone ad Approdo del Re: i giocatori e le pedine. Petyr Baelish "Littlefinger

Lord Baelish, what you suggest is treason.” “Only if we lose.

Now, who is inside my solar?' 'Lord Littlefinger.' Podrick managed a quick look at his face, then hastily dropped his eyes. 'I meant, Lord Petyr. Lord Baelish. The master of coin.' 'You make him sound a crowd.

Thank you for your many lessons, Lord Baelish. I will never forget them. Sansa Stark

Sometimes when I try to understand a person’s motives I play a little game. I assume the worst. What’s the worst reason they could possibly have for saying what they say and doing what they do?

I have some devotional books you can look over. Learn to quote from them. Nothing discourages unwanted questions as much as a flow of pious bleating. (Petyr Baelish to Sansa Stark)

...fight every battle everywhere, always, in your mind. Everyone is your enemy, everyone is your friend. Every possible series of events is happening all at once. Live that way and nothing will surprise you. Everything that happens will be something that you’ve seen before..

Mantende sempre os vossos inimigos confusos. Se nunca estiverem seguros de quem sois ou do que quereis, não podem saber o que é provável fazerdes em seguida. Por vezes a melhor maneira de os confundir é fazer coisas que não têm nenhum fito, ou até que parecem jogar contra vós.

So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa... Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That’s worth another kiss now, don’t you think?

When I see Ed Rollins on TV or get an email from him soliciting money, I prefer to think of him like Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger) from George R.R. Martin’s exemplary “Game of Thrones” novels. He will do and say anything to earn a quick buck and maintain his relevance and the appearance of power. This man would burn down the entire country with his stupidity, if only it meant he could rule over the gray waste and ashes that he left behind. The

You told me that life was not a song. That I would learn that one day, to my sorrow.” She felt tears in her eyes, but whether she wept for Ser Dontos Hollard, for Joff, for Tyrion, or for herself, Sansa could not say. “Is it all lies, forever and ever, everyone and everything?” “Almost everyone. Save you and I, of course.” He smiled.

Edmure escorted her up the water stair and across the lower bailey, where Petyr Baelish and Brandon Stark had once crossed swords for her favor.

Chaos is a ladder

È perfetto!" esclamò Sansa. Petyr Baelish le sfiorò il viso. "Anche questo lo è." Sansa non capì. "Che cosa?" "Il tuo sorriso, mia signora. Vuoi che ti prepari un altro tetto di vetro?" "Se tu davvero volessi..." "Nulla potrebbe darmi più piacere.

Io amo una donna sola, te lo giuro." Lysa Arryn tentò un sorriso tremulo. "Una donna sola? Oh, Petyr, me lo giuri? Una soltanto?" "Solo Catelyn." Petyr Baelish le diede uno spintone, forte, definitivo. Lysa Arryn barcollò all'indietro, i piedi scivolarono sul marmo bagnato, fino alla soglia. Oltre la soglia. E poi Lysa Arryn non ci fu più. Svanita. Inghiottita. Non aveva lanciato neppure un grido. Per un tempo lunghissimo l'unico suono fu l'ululare del vento.

Ma una vocina dentro di lei disse: "Non ci sono eroi". Ricordò le parole che lord Petyr Baelish le aveva detto proprio in quella sala: «La vita non è una ballata, mia dolce fanciulla. Un giorno, potresti impararlo a tue spese». "Nella vita, sono i mostri a trionfare" si disse, e riudì la fredda voce metallica di Sandor Clegane: «Risparmiati altro dolore, ragazzina. Dagli quello che vuole»

Sansa said, “I knew the Hound would win.” Littlefinger overheard. “If you know who’s going to win the second match, speak up now before Lord Renly plucks me clean,” he called to her. Ned smiled.

In life, the monsters always win