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

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.

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!

I will not walk backward in life.

It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.

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.

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.

Our lives are like the wind or like sounds. We come into being, resonate with each other. Then fade away.

Do not be too hard, lest you be broken; do not be too soft, lest you be squeezed.

It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.

When the heart is dry the eye is dry.

If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.

There are no events but thoughts and the heart’s hard turning, the heart’s slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.

In the depths of my heart I can’t help being convinced that my dear fellow-men, with a few exceptions, are worthless.

No work or love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.