When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.

Tyrion let the eunuch help him mount. "Lord Varys," he said from the saddle, "sometimes I feel as though you are the best friend I have in King's Landing and sometimes I feel you are my worst enemy."

"How odd. I think quite the same of you.

My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.

I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.

But it does not seem that I can trust anyone,' said Frodo.
Sam looked at him unhappily. 'It all depends on what you want,' put in Merry. 'You can trust us to stick with you through thick and thin--to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours--closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo.