Ygritte And Jon Snow Quotes

I know nothing, Ygritte, he [Jon Snow] thought, and perhaps I never will.

When they finally broke apart, Ygritte was flushed. "You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live.

The ruby at Melisandre's throat gleamed red. "It is not those foes who curse you to your face that you must fear, but those who smile when you are looking and sharpen their knives when you turn your back. You would do well to keep your wolf close beside you. Ice, I see, and daggers in the dark. Blood frozen red and hard, and naked steel. It was very cold." "It is always cold on the Wall." "You think so?" "I know so, my lady." "Then you know nothing, Jon Snow," she whispered.

Jon Snow, is this a proper castle now? Not just a tower?” “It is.” Jon took her hand. “Good,” she whispered. “I wanted t’ see one proper castle, before … before I …” “You’ll see hundred castles. The battle’s done. Maester Aemon will see to you. You’re kissed by fire, remember? Lucky. It will take more than an arrow to kill you. Aemon will draw it out and patch you up, and we’ll get milk of the poppy for the pain.” She just smiled at that. “D’you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.” “We’ll go back to the cave,” he said.” You’re not going to die, Ygritte. You’re not.” “Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.

I know I want you," he heard himself say, all his vows and his honor all forgotten. She stood before him naked as her name day, and he was as hard as the rock around them. He had been in her half a hundred times by now, but always beneath furs, with others all around them. He had never seeen how beautiful she was. Her legs were skinny and well muscled, the hair at the juncture of her thighs a brighter red than that on her head. Does that make it even luckier? He pulled her close. "I love the smell of you," he said. "I love your red hair. I love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. I love your smile. I love your teats." He kissed them, one and then the other. "I love your skinny legs, and what's between them." He knelt to kiss her there, lightly on her mound at first, but Ygritte moved her legs apart a little, and he saw the pink inside and kissed that as well, and tasted her. She gave a little gasp. "If you love me all so much, why are you still dressed?" she whispered. "You know nothing, Jon Snow. Noth---oh. Oh. OHHH." Afterward, she was almost shy, or as shy as Ygritte ever got. "The thing you did," she said, when they lay together on their piled clothes. "With your...mouth." She hesistated. "Is that...is it what lordss do to their ladies, down in the south?" "I don't think so." No one had ever told Jon just what lords did with their ladies. "I only...wanted to kiss you there, that's all. You seemed to like it." "Aye. I...I liked it some. No one taught you such?" "There's been no one," he confessed. "Only you.

All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live. -Ygritte

Hiçbir şey bilmiyorsun Jon Kar. Hırsız olan sizlersiniz. Bütün dünyayı aldınız ve özgür insanları dışarıda bırakmak için Sur'u inşa ettiniz.

Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.

Bütün insanlar ölmek zorunda Jon Kar, ama önce yaşayacağız.

Se solo potessi portarla a Grande Inverno…donarle un fiore colto nei giardini vetrati, farla banchettare nella sala grande, mostrarle i re di pietra sui loro troni. Potremmo fare il bagno nelle sorgenti calde, e fare l’amore sotto il grande albero-cuore, con gli antichi dei a proteggerci".

We’ll go back to the cave,” he said. “You’re not going to die, Ygritte. You’re not.” “Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.

Thunder rumbled softly in the distance, but above him the clouds were breaking up. Jon searched the sky until he found the Ice Dragon, then turned the mare north for the Wall and Castle Black. The throb of pain in his thigh muscle made him wince as he put his heels into the old man’s horse. I am going home, he told himself. But if that was true, why did he feel so hollow? He rode till dawn, while the stars stared down like eyes.

Due cuori che battono come uno solo...' Passavano le notti avvolti nelle stesse pelli. Jon scivolava nel sonno con la testa di lei sul petto, i capelli rossi che gli solleticavano il mento. L'odore di Ygritte era diventato parte di lui. I suoi denti storti, il contatto del suo seno quando lui lo accarezzava, il sapore della suo bocca... tutto questo era la gioia e la disperazione di Jon Snow. Per molte e molte notti era rimasto a giacere con il corpo di Ygritte tra le braccia, a chiedersi se anche il lord suo padre era stato confuso quanto lo era lui in quel momento riguardo sua madre, chiunque lei fosse. 'Ygritte ha teso la trappola, e Mance Rayder mi ci ha spinto dritto dentro.

2148Si pudiera mostrarle Invernalia... Regalarle una flor de los jardines de cristal, llevarla a un banquete en el salón principal, enseñarle los reyes de piedra en sus tronos... Podríamos bañarnos juntos en los estanques calientes y amarnos al pie del árbol corazón, ante los ojos de los antiguos dioses. Jon Snow. TDE

You know nothing, Jon Snow, Ygritte used to say, but he had learned.

When he turned he saw Ygritte. She stood beneath the scorched stones of the Lord Commander's Tower, cloaked in darkness and in memory.

You're kissed by fire, remember? Lucky. It will take more than an arrow to kill you...' She just smiled at that. 'D'you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.' 'We'll go back to that cave,' he said. "You're not going to die, Ygritte. You're not.' 'Oh.' Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. 'You know nothing, Jon Snow,' she sighed, dying.

[Ygritte is] not like to be a threat," Qhorin agreed. "If I had needed her dead, I would have left her with Ebben, or done the thing myself." "Then why did you command it of me?" asked Jon. "I did not command it. I told you to do what needed to be done, and left you to decide what it would be." Qhorin stood and slid his longsword back into its scabbard. "When I want a mountain scaled, I call on Stonesnake. Should I need to put an arrow through the eye of some foe across a windy battlefield, I summon Squire Dallbridge. Ebben can make any man give up his secrets. To lead men you must know them, Jon Snow. I know more of you than I did this morning.