“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.”

Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.

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.

Lets make memories on the fly instead of just dreaming.

Have the brave heart to dream so freely, that the memories of the future weight heavier than the ones from the past.

I can’t wait to collect memories from every corner of the earth to splash in the vastness of this beautiful world.

The memories won’t die but I will.

I miss you dearly, as always. Regardless of when seasons change. My mind never truly feed. Memories of us both, keeping me chained.

Time is a gentleman! It never erases beautiful things.

On bitter autumn nights your name lies at the tip of my tongue, as silent memories of us come to haunt me.

I can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.