Catelyn Tully Quotes & Sayings

Whether any surfer wants to admit it or not, I think we've all had moments like looking at nice waves coming through the lineup maybe, only for a moment, feeling that we are in the presence of something holy. There is a spiritual-ness when you actually get in harmony with something as natural as the waves and the ocean, and yeah, it is definitely a religious experience. — Gerry Lopez

Reality TV is really just based for sensationalism. So, it's extreme versions and extreme caricatures of personalities. — Essence Atkins

The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day. — Sara Zarr

The Cold War is over. And our focus has got to be on intelligence, increased manpower, fighting internationally targets. — Bernie Sanders

Oh, I can see that," Catelyn said. "Lord Tully is fond of song, I hear. No doubt you've been to Riverrun."
"A hundred times," Marillion the singer said airily. "They keep a chamber for me, and the young lord is like a brother."
Catelyn smiled, wondering what Edmure would think of that. Another singer had once bedded a girl her brother fancied; he had hated the breed ever since. "And Winterfell?" she asked him. "Have you traveled north?"
"Why would I?" Marillion asked. "It's all blizzards and bearskins up there, and the Starks know no music but the howling of wolves." Distantly, she was aware of the door banging open at the far end of the room. — George R R Martin

If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could! — Antonio Porchia

You can never know who you really are or what you can do until you discover yourself — Sunday Adelaja

A political problem thought of in military terms eventually becomes a military problem. — George C. Marshall

I love Japan. I love the collision of the modern and ancient worlds coming together in that place. It's so high-tech and cool. — John Lasseter

Catelyn had never liked this godswood.
She had been born a Tully, at Riverrun far to the south, on the Red Fork of the Trident. The godswood there was a garden, bright and airy, where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across tinkling streams, birds sang from hidden nests, and the air was spicy with the scent of flowers. — George R R Martin