I wisely started with a map.
− Se nur ĝi ne devis okazi en mia epoko, − diris Frodo.− Tiel pensas ankaŭ mi, − diris Gandalfo, − kaj tiel pensas ĉiuj, kiuj travivas tiajn epokojn. Sed tion ne ili decidas. Ni rajtas decidi nur tion...
Ónen i-estel edain, ú-chebin estel anim.(I gave Hope to the Dúnedain, I have kept none for myself.)(Gilraen's linnod)
Wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. We’re in one, of course; but I mean: put into words, you know, told by the fireside, or read out of a great big book with red and black letters, yea...
Till suddenly his hand met what felt like a tiny ring of cold metal lying on the floor of the tunnel. It was a turning-point in his career, but he did not know it. He put the ring in his pocket almost...
The fragrance that came to each was like a memory of dewy mornings of unshadowed sun in some land of which the fair world in Spring is itself but a fleeting memory.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
Deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone.
Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a clo...
You speak evil of that which is fair beyond the reach of your thought, and only little wit can excuse you.
You have nice manners for a thief and a liar, said the dragon.
You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.
Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.
Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!
Why O why did I ever leave my hobbit-hole? said poor Mr. Baggins, bumping up and down on Bombur's back.
Time doesn't seem to pass here: it just is.
They lie in all the pools, pale faces, deep deep under the dark water. I saw them: grim faces and evil, and noble faces and sad. Many faces proud and fair, and weeds in their silver hair. But all foul...
These too in their time shall find that all that they do redounds at the end only to the glory of my work.
The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.
The wolf that one hears is worse than the orc that one fears. - Boromir