Don’t adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on on the story.
J. R. R. TOLKIENI wished to be loved by another,’ [Éowyn] answered. ‘But I desire no man’s pity.
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Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
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Courage is found in unlikely places.
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I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to
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If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
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How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.
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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.
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The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.
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Some who have read the book, or at any rate have reviewed it, have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible, and I have no cause to complain, since I have similar opinions of their works, or of the kinds of writing that they evidently prefer.
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You have nice manners for a thief and a liar, said the dragon.
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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.
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Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.
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Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel. But no living man am I!
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You can only come to the morning through the shadows.
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And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.
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Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.
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