“For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.

Yes, I am here. And you are lucky to be here too after all the absurd things you’ve done since you left home.

And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.

Short cuts make long delays.

He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.

Where there’s life there’s hope.

You can only come to the morning through the shadows.

It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.

How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.

You have nice manners for a thief and a liar, said the dragon.

I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.

But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.

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

She is a true wife who is clean (suci), expert, chaste, pleasing to the husband, and truthful.

The learned are envied by the foolish; rich men by the poor; chaste women by adulteresses; and beautiful ladies by ugly ones.

The beauty of a cuckoo is in its notes, that of a woman in her unalloyed devotion to her husband, that of an ugly person in his scholarship, and that of an ascetic in his forgiveness.

Beautiful homes are made by beautiful home makers.

For external beauty, you put on things; for real beauty, you have to drop all things. For external beauty you have to have make-up; for real beauty you only have to realize that you are already made up.

This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.

People who are close to God cultivate a personal intimacy with Him like a good gardener cultivates beautiful flowers.

How beautiful you bloom when you nurture your roots.