I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.
I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.
I am commanded to go to the land of Mordor, and therefore I shall go,' said Frodo. 'If there is only one way, then I must take it. What comes after must come.
However it may prove, one must tread the path that need chooses!
He drew a deep breath. 'Well, I'm back,' he said.
For we put the thought of all that we love into all that we make.
Far over the misty mountains coldTo dungeons deep and caverns oldWe must away ere break of dayTo seek the pale enchanted gold.The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,While hammers fell like ringing bel...
As young and as ancient as Spring....
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.
Fantasy is a natural human activity. It certainly does not destroy or even insult Reason; and it does not either blunt the appetite for, nor obscure the perception of scientific verity. On the contrar...
As the hound follows the hare, never ceasing in its running, ever drawing nearer in the chase, with unhurrying and imperturbed pace, so does God follow the fleeing soul by His Divine grace. And though...
It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.
True courage is knowing not when to take a life, but to save one.
We have had enough of the old men and the money-counters!" And people further off took up the cry: "Up Bowman, and down with the moneybags,
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.
¿A qué le teméis, Señora?-le preguntó Aragorn.-A una jaula. A vivir encerrada detrás de barrotes, hasta que la costumbre y la vejez acepten el cautiverio, y la posibilidad y aún el deseo de llevar a c...
In her hand she held a harp, and she sang. Sad and sweet was the sound of her voice in the cool clear air.
Why should a man be scorned, if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if, when he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls? The worl...
Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it. The thieves, the thieves, the filthy little thieves. Where are they with my Precious? Curse them! We hates them...
Well here we are, just the four of us that started out together,' said Merry. 'We have left all the rest behind, one after another. It seems almost like a dream that has slowly faded.''Not to me,' sai...