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

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.

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.

I’ll always leave the same set of strings on my guitars when I’m recording. If I break one I’ll just replace it instead of putting on a whole new set of strings.

Jackson plays a broken guitar because he’s in love with it, and doesn’t want to fix it, I think. It’s so broken.

If only the journey back could bring me to you.

All I have are the memories and all they do is haunt me.

I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.

The partition separating life from death is so tenuous. The unbelievable fragility of our organism suggests a vision on a screen: a kind of mist condenses itself into a human shape, lasts a moment and scatters.

Your spirit is not broken your heart is and you will heal.

We are broken. But never beyond repair.