What is honor compared to a woman’s love? And what is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? Or a brother’s smile?
The man(Ned Stark) was a traitor, he tried to buy my loyalty!
The fool…he had no idea you were already bought!
Are you drunk?! I’ll not have my honour questioned by an imp!
I’m not questioning your honour, Lord Janos…I’m denying its existence!
We honor the dead for giving us the world we inherited. However, we must recognize we are doomed if we allow the dead to govern us.
It’s the family name that lives on. That’s all that lives on. Not your personal glory, not your honor, but family.
Gentlemen. Human life is fleeting. I’ve watched many men perish, good and bad. The act itself, the dying, is the same. What distinguishes the honourable from the dishonourable is how in the few, most important moments in life, they conducted themselves. How would you men like to be remembered? As human animals, marginalized, locked away in cages? Or as warriors? Fighters of the highest order? Today, you fight for one tribe: humankind. It no longer matters what colour you wear, or what colour your skin is. All that matters is the colour of your blood. Red versus white. Today you will define who you are. Today you will spill white blood and change the future.
Attacking a man you cannot defeat comes from pride, not honor. Pride is often the opposite of honor.[to Eli]