All's well that ends better.
In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.
Please don't cook me, kind sirs! I am a good cook myself, and cook better than I cook, if you see what I mean.
Yes, I am white now,' said Gandalf. 'Indeed I am Saruman, one might almost say, Saruman as he should have been.
Well, you can go on looking forward, said Gandalf. There may be many unexpected feasts ahead of you.
We set out to save the Shire, Sam and it has been saved - but not for me.
Then the enchantment became more and more dreamlike, until he felt that an endless river of swelling gold and silver was flowing over him, too multitudinous for its pattern to be comprehended; it beca...
The realm of fairy-story is wide and deep and high and filled with many things: all manner of beasts and birds are found there; shoreless seas and stars uncounted; beauty that is an enchantment, and a...
No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it.
Living by faith includes the call to something greater than cowardly self-preservation.
I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.
I do not know what is happening. The reason of my waking mind tells me that great evil has befallen and we stand at the end of days. But my heart says nay; and all my limbs are light, and a hope and j...
How would this do: and they all settled down and lived together happily ever after?''It will do well, if it ever comes to that,' said Frodo.'Ah!' said Sam. 'And where will they live? That's what I oft...
His rage passes description - the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted.
Haldir had gone on and was now climbing to the high flet. As Frodo prepared to follow him, he laid his hand upon the tree beside the ladder: never before had he been so suddenly and so keenly aware of...
Every man has something too dear to trust to another.
Despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt.
But to this Orc-work such a life as we lead has brought us. Lawless and fruitless all our deeds have been, serving only ourselves, and feeding hate in our hearts.
And the others were thinking equally gloomy thoughts, although when they had said good-bye to Elrond in the high hope of a midsummer morning, they' had spoken gaily of the passage of the mountains, an...
After all, I believe that legends and myths are largely made of 'truth'.