“A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.”

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.

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.

For even the very wise cannot see all ends.

Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.

A safe fairyland is untrue to all worlds.

All’s well that ends better.

Don’t go where I can’t follow!

And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.

It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.

Nothing is stable in the realm of power, and even closest of friends can be transformed into the worst of enemies.

The whole point of being in this business and being blessed and being successful is that you’re able to do things for your friends or your family, which means that they can have something special in their lives, too.

Compassion for ourselves gives rise to the power to transform resentment into forgiveness, hatred into friendliness, and fear into respect for all beings.

Suffering is the very best gift He has to give us. He gives it only to His chosen friends.

People are fond of using the its not what you know, its who you know adage as an excuse for inaction, as if all successful people are born with powerful friends. Nonsense.

I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.

Friends are ourselves.

Obstacles are our friends: they teach us where we’re stuck.