George R. R. Martin Quotes

Shakespeare is all big themes, like the most amazing love, or the most scary war.

Innately, there are qualities in human beings that are always repetitive. There are things like love and hate and jealousy that are just going to be there forever.

For reasons I don't fully understand, tragic love has a certain appeal.

The basis of tragedy is man's helplessness against disease, war and death; the basis of comedy is man's helplessness against vanity (the vanity of love, greed, lust, power).

Nobody's perfect. We're all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels.

The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy.

Man, while he loves, is never quite depraved.

One's thoughts are one's most crucial adventures. Seriously and strongly and intently to contemplate doing murder is everyway more exciting, more romantic, more profoundly tragic than the murder done.

I committed the first crime by creating men as mortals. After that, what more could you do, you the murderers? Come on; they already had death in them: at most you simply hastened things a little.

To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself.

Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.

Humanity can be divided into madmen and cowards. My personal tragedy is in being born into a world where sanity is held to be a character flaw.

Sex and Love are two words that anyone can relate to, no matter the nationality or age.

Anything's possible in Human Nature," Chacko said in his Reading Aloud voice. Talking to the darkness now, suddenly insensitive to his little fountain-haired niece. "Love. Madness. Hope. Infinite joy." Of the four things that were Possible in Human Nature, Rahel thought that Infinnate Joy sounded the saddest. Perhaps because of the way Chacko said it. Infinnate Joy. With a church sound to it. Like a sad fish with fins all over.

Ultimately, the human being is in the mercy of nature.

On this earth, though far and near, without love, there's only fear.

All romances end in tragedy. One of the key people in a romance becomes a monster sooner or later.

When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy.

History is not the story of heroes entirely. It is often the story of cruelty and injustice and shortsightedness. There are monsters, there is evil, there is betrayal. That's why people should read Shakespeare and Dickens as well as history ~~ they will find the best, the worst, the height of noble attainment and the depths of depravity.

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.

But it is not reason that governs love.

The problem with people is that they're only human.

The seeds of death get lost in the mess that God made us.

Love, yes. Word known to all men.