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.
J. R. R. TOLKIENBut in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.
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Where there’s life there’s hope, and need of vittles.
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Come, Mr. Frodo!’ he cried. ‘I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you.
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Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.
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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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Never laugh at live dragons.
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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.
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It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.
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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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I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.
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May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.
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Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
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Even the smallest person can change the course of the future
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It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.
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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.
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