I wished to be loved by another,’ [Éowyn] answered. ‘But I desire no man’s pity.
J. R. R. TOLKIENHis grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.
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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!
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The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.
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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.
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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.
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Short cuts make long delays.
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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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I am in fact, a hobbit in all but size
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Advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.
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End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.
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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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I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.
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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.
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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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The road goes ever on and on
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For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.
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