For the less even as for the greater there is some deed that he may accomplish but once only; and in that deed his heart shall rest.
For so sworn good or evil an oath may not be broken and it shall pursue oathkeeper and oathbreaker to the world’s end.
It seemed like all the way to tomorrow and over it to the days beyond.
Such is of the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.
He may become like a glass filled with a clear light for eyes to see that can.
To think I should have lived to be goodmorninged by Belladonna Took’s son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!
Adventures are not all pony-rides in May-sunshine.
We meet again, at the turn of the tide. A great storm is coming, but the tide has turned.
There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.
I am dreading the publication, for it will be impossible not to mind what is said. I have exposed my heart to be shot at.
History often resembles myth, because they are both ultimately of the same stuff.
Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.
Truly songs and tales fall utterly short of the reality, O Smaug the Chiefest and greatest of Calamities.
All my own perception of beauty both in majesty and simplicity is founded upon Our Lady.
Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.
Fear nothing! Have peace until the morning! Heed no nightly noises!
My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!
We all long for Eden, and we are constantly glimpsing it: our whole nature at its best and least corrupted, its gentlest and most human, is still soaked with the sense of exile.
A safe fairyland is untrue to all worlds.