“Pay heed to the tales of old wives. It may well be that they alone keep in memory what it was once needful for the wise to know.”

A man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a short cut to meet it.

It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.

The wise speak only of what they know

Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.

He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.

Courage is found in unlikely places.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

Sorry! I don’t want any adventures, thank you. Not Today. Good morning! But please come to tea -any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Good bye!

The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it’s no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won’t come.

The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.

I wished to be loved by another,’ [Éowyn] answered. ‘But I desire no man’s pity.

The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.

It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.

I am he that buries his friends alive and drowns them and draws them alive again from the water. I came from the end of a bag, but no bag went over me.

End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.

For even the very wise cannot see all ends.

All those years now mean nothing besides lessons and memories. Eventually they’ll fade, you’ll fade, and the scars that once haunted me will be mere trophies of my resilience.

It will only get heavier the longer you carry it.

If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.

Some memories & experiences are difficult to articulate but live in your heart forever.

Monks understand that routine frees your mind, but the biggest threat to that freedom is monotony. People complain about their poor memories, but I’ve heard it said that we don’t have a retention problem, we have an attention problem.

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

There should be no such thing in our mind that makes us sad.

Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?