Don’t adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on the story.
Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they’ll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields... and eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?
Do not trouble your hearts overmuch with thought of the road tonight. Maybe the paths that you shall each tread are already laid before your feet, though you do not see them.
Elves seldom give unguarded advice, for advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.
The rule of no realm is mine, neither of Gondor nor any other, great or small. But all worthy things that are in peril as the world now stands, those are my care. And for my part, I shall not wholly fail of my task, though Gondor should perish, if anything passes through this night that can still grow fair or bear fruit and flower again in days to come. For I also am a steward. Did you not know?
Gandalf looked at him. My dear Bilbo! he said. Something is the matter with you! You are not the hobbit that you were.
Hold your ground, gold your ground! Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come when then courage of men fails. When we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dead on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!
No, the burned hand teaches best. After that advice about fire goes to the heart.
Yet it is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till.
Give with a free hand, but give only of your own.
She walks in starlight in another world.
Few can see wither their road will lead them, till they comes to it’s end. – Gimli.
Some who have read the book, or at any rate reviewed it, have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible; and I have no reason to complain, since I have similar opinions of their work, or of the kinds of writing that they evidently prefer.
Go backwards? No good at all. Go sideways? Impossible! Go forwards? Only thing to do, on we go!
Let the unseen days be. Today is more than enough.’ Now.
But the dawn is brief and the day full often belies its promise;.
It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them.
Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only a mirror...
Let us remember that a traitor may betray himself and do good that he does not intend. It can be so, sometimes.
If ever you are passing my way, don’t wait to knock! Tea is at four; but any of you are welcome at any time.