Ygritte 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.

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.

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.

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

The wildlings seemed to think Ygritte a great beauty because of her hair; red hair was rare among the free folk, and those who had it were said to be kissed by fire, which was supposed to be lucky.

Ygritte was much in his thoughts as well. He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body... and the look on her face as she slit the old man's throat. You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.

You know nothing John Snow" -- the wildling Ygritte

The gods made the earth for all men t' share. Only when the kings come with their crowns and steel swords, they claimed it was all theirs. "My trees," they said, "you can't eat them apples. My stream, you can't fish here. My wood, you're not t' hunt. My earth, my water, my castle, my daughter, keep your hands away or I'll chop 'em off, but maybe if you kneel t' me I'll let you have a sniff." You call us thieves, but at least a thief has t' be brave and clever and quick. A kneeler only has t' kneel.

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.

You are a free man now, and Ygritte is a free woman. What dishonor if you lay together?" "I might get her with child." "Aye, I'd hope so. A strong son or a lively laughing girl kissed by fire, and where's the harm in that?" Words failed him for a moment. "The boy... the child would be a bastard." "Are bastards weaker than other children? More sickly, more like to fail?" "No, but-" "You are bastard born yourself. And if Ygritte does not want a chile, she will go to some woods witch and drink a cup o' moon tea. You do not come in to it, once the seed is planted." I will not father a bastard.

Someone was behind him, he realized suddenly. Someone who smelled warm as a summer day. When he turned he saw Ygritte. She stood beneath the scorched stones of the Lord Commander’s Tower, cloaked in darkness and in memory. The light of the moon was in her hair, her red hair kissed by fire. When he saw that, Jon’s heart leapt into his mouth.

Bütün insanlar ölmek zorunda Jon Kar, ama önce yaşayacağız.

They know nothing, Ygritte. And worse, they will not learn.

A man can own a woman, and a man can own a knife, Ygritte had told him once, but no man can own both.

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.

Jon lowered his sword. "Go," he muttered. Ygritte stared. "Now," he said, "before my wits return. Go." She went.

Yes it is. Everything below the Wall’s south to us.” He had never thought of it that way. “I suppose it’s all in where you’re standing.” “Aye,” Ygritte agreed. “It always is.

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".

He had never thought of it that way. “I suppose it’s all in where you’re standing.” “Aye,” Ygritte agreed. “It always is.

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.

Do you have a name?” “Ygritte.” Her

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.

I should have stayed in that cave with Ygritte. If there was a life beyond this one, he hoped to tell her that. She will claw my face the way the eagle did, and curse me for a coward, but I’ll tell her all the same.

Az istenek megteremtették a világot, hogy minden ember osztozzon rajta. Csak aztán jöttek a királyok koronájukkal és az acélkardjaikkal, és azt mondták, mind az övék. Az én fáim, mondták, nem ehetsz azokból az almákból. Az én patakom, nem halászhatsz itt. Az én erdőm, nem vadászhatsz. Az én földem, az én vizem, az én váram, az én lányom, el a kezekkel, vagy levágom őket, de ha térdet hajtasz nekem, talán megszagolhatod. Ti tolvajoknak neveztek bennünket, de egy tolvaj legalább bátor, okos és fürge. Egy térdeplő csak térdepel.

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.

Do you mislike the girl?” Tormund asked him as they passed another twenty mammoths, these bearing wildlings in tall wooden towers instead of giants. “No, but I …” What can I say that he will believe? “I am still too young to wed.” “Wed?” Tormund laughed. “Who spoke of wedding? In the south, must a man wed every girl he beds?” Jon could feel himself turning red again. “She spoke for me when Rattleshirt would have killed me. I would not dishonor her.” “You are a free man now, and Ygritte is a free woman. What dishonor if you lay together?” “I might get her with child.” “Aye, I’d hope so. A strong son or a lively laughing girl kissed by fire, and where’s the harm in that?” Words failed him for a moment. “The boy … the child would be a bastard.” “Are bastards weaker than other children? More sickly, more like to fail?” “No, but—” “You’re bastard-born yourself. And if Ygritte does not want a child, she will go to some woods witch and drink a cup o’ moon tea. You do not come into it, once the seed is planted.

I should have stayed in that cave with Ygritte.

A man can own a woman or a man can own a knife,” Ygritte told him, “but no man can own both. Every little girl learns that from her mother.” She raised her chin defiantly and gave her thick red hair a shake. “And men can’t own the land no more’n they can own the sea or the sky. You kneelers think you do, but Mance is going t’ show you different.