I think the idea is to try to learn and grow different parts of yourself. Liev Schreiber once told me that emotions are like muscles. If you keep using one over and over again, then it’s going to grow bigger than the other ones.
“Ser Jaime?” Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman. “I am grateful, but… you were well away. Why come back?”
A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. “I dreamed of you,“ he said.
oh mY FUKCING GOD????
The old photo Steve Rogers always keeps in his pocket.