I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.
J. R. R. TOLKIENI am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly. I was chosen for the lucky number.
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Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.
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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.
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His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.
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Advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.
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The wise speak only of what they know
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No Victory Without Suffering
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And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.
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It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.
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I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.
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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.
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Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement.
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The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.
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Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?
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I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.
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Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
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