“If I look back, I am lost.”

  

→→Anonyme à propos de Daenerys : “Je n'avais pas encore lu les livres mais je m'intéressais aux théories et avec comment je voyais les choses , [parmi] celles qui m'ont le plus interpellées [il y avait] dark!Daenerys. Pour moi dès le début Danny je ne la vois pas comme une reine mais comme une conquérante au vu de son évolution. Et je n'ai jamais pu imaginer un véritable happy ending pour elle. Pour moi, son destin est de combattre les Autres, osef des histoires d'amour (bien que c'est ce qui va faire en partie celle qu'elle est.) J'ai l'impression que si elle remportait le trône elle ne serait pas heureuse. Il y aurait toujours un vide en elle. J'aime beaucoup le personnage car pour moi elle est l'héroïne de son histoire mais également un villain. C'est pourquoi je grince des dents quand ses fans aveugles ne voient en elle que la divine sauveuse sans défaut qui va tout remporter..etc ASOIAF n'est pas autour d'elle au contraire. Ce qui rend son personnage intéressant est cette dualité dans sa personnalité, une innocence toujours présente mais également ce côté sombre qui veut tout car c'est "son droit" comme on lui a appris. [...] On peut faire un parallèle entre Jon et Daenerys (en tant que Targaryen je dirais) [mais ces parallèles] entre le neveu et sa tante montre à quel point ils sont au final différents (l'un se voit comme un dieu, un être au dessus des autres et le second veut s'effacer, rejette cette idée de dieu).”

→→"We will have it all back someday, sweet sister," he would promise her. Sometimes his hands shook when he talked about it. "The jewels and the silks, Dragonstone and King's Landing, the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms, all they have taken from us, we will have it back." Viserys lived for that day. All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known. A Game Of Thrones, Daenerys I

 

→→Faster and faster the visions came, one after the other, until it seemed as if the very air had come alive. Shadows whirled and danced inside a tent, boneless and terrible. A little girl ran barefoot toward a big house with a red door. Mirri Maz Duur shrieked in the flames, a dragon bursting from her brow. Behind a silver horse the bloody corpse of a naked man bounced and dragged. A white lion ran through grass taller than a man. Beneath the Mother of Mountains, a line of naked crones crept from a great lake and knelt shivering before her, their grey heads bowed. Ten thousand slaves lifted bloodstained hands as she raced by on her silver, riding like the wind. "Mother!" they cried. "Mother, mother!" They were reaching for her, touching her, tugging at her cloak, the hem of her skirt, her foot, her leg, her breast. They wanted her, needed her, the fire, the life, and Dany gasped and opened her arms to give herself to them... A Clash Of Kings, Daenerys IV

→→The anger was fierce and hot inside her when she gave the command; it made her feel like an avenging dragon. But later, when she passed the men dying on the posts, when she heard their moans and smelled their bowels and blood...
→→Dany put the glass aside, frowning. It was just. It was. I did it for the children. A Storm Of Swords, Daenerys VI

→→"He would make a monster of me," she whispered, "a butcher queen." But then she thought of Drogon far away, and the dragons in the pit. There is blood on my hands too, and on my heart. We are not so different, Daario and I. We are both monsters. A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys IV

→→"I had to take Meereen or see my children starve along the march." Dany could still see the trail of corpses she had left behind her crossing the Red Waste. It was not a sight she wished to see again. "I had to take Meereen to feed my people."
→→You took Meereen, he told her, yet still you lingered.
→→"To be a queen."
→→You are a queen, her bear said. In Westeros.
→→"It is such a long way," she complained. "I was tired, Jorah. I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl."
→→No. You are the blood of the dragon. The whispering was growing fainter, as if Ser Jorah were falling farther behind. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words.
→→"Fire and Blood," Daenerys told the swaying grass. A Dance with Dragons, Daenerys X