We may indeed in counsel point to the higher road, but we cannot compel any free creature to walk upon it. That leadeth to tyranny, which disfigureth good and maketh it seem hateful.
In the Wide World the Wood-elves lingered in the twilight of our Sun and Moon, but loved best the stars; and they wandered in the great forests that grew tall in lands that are now lost. They dwelt mo...
I have more need of thought than of sleep.
End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.
Dead men are not friends to living men, and give them no gifts.
The world is changing: I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, and I smell it in the air.
When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… Why did I ever wake up! he cried.
Well, I suppose we must be going on again,' he said. 'I wonder how long it will be before we really are caught and all the toiling and the slinking will be over, and in vain.' He stood up. 'It's dark,...
Though he walked and breathed, and about him living leaves and flowers were stirred by the same cool wind as fanned his face, Frodo felt he was in a timeless land that did not fade or change or fall i...
It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door, he used to say. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to. Do you realize t...
Don't put a lump of rock under my elbow again!
Bilbo was sadly reflecting that adventures are not all pony-rides in May-sunshine...
To crooked eyes truth may wear a wry face
They were at the end of their journey, but as far as ever, it seemed, from the end of their quest.
Master of the Dark Shadow. For I also, Niniel, had my darkness, in which dear things were lost; but now I have overcome it, I deem.
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. But, sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell. - Thorin
I will not give you counsel, saying do this, or do that. For not in doing or contriving, nor in choosing between this course and another, can I avail; but only in knowing what was and is, and in part...
Good Morning! said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady...
For even the very wise cannot see all ends.
Fly you fools