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it was easier to believe in the Dragon and less easy to believe in Thorin in these wild parts
You have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.
People remember Longfellow wrote Hiawatha, quite forget he was a Professor of Modern Languages!
Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!
The birth, death, and resurrection of Jesus means that one day everything sad will come untrue.
But it seems that the wind is setting East, and the withering of all Woods may be drawing near.
End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take.
Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary, and dungeons for the overbold.
Tomorrow we may come this way, And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun
Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.
A story must be told or there'll be no story, yet it is the untold stories that are most moving.
I invented that little rhyme about 'One Ring to rule them all', I remember, in the bath one day.
Being a cheerful hobbit, he had not needed hope, as long as despair could be postponed. (Of Sam)
Frodo: Go back, Sam! I’m going to Mordor alone. Sam: Of course you are, and I’m coming with you!
Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!
There are some things that it is better to begin than to refuse, even though the end may be dark.
Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking.
When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… “Why did I ever wake up!” he cried.
How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.
And its object is Art not power, sub-creation not domination and tyrannous re-forming of Creation.
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.
No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it.
The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.
The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.
Don't adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on on the story.
What has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees Up, up it goes, And yet never grows? A mountain.
I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to
Don't leave me here alone! It's your Sam calling. Don't go where I can't follow! Wake up, Mr. Frodo!
And the Ring is so heavy, Sam. I begin to see it in my mind all the time, like a great wheel of fire.
Don't go getting mixed up in the business of your betters, or you'll land in trouble too big for you.
Evidently we look so much alike that your desire to make an incurable dent in my hat must be excused.
Well, you can go on looking forward," said Gandalf. "There may be many unexpected feasts ahead of you.
Dead men are not friends to living men, and give them no gifts. (Ghan-buri-Ghan, of allies during war)
Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet though you do not see them
We are plain quiet folk, and I have no use for adventures. Nasty, disturbing, and uncomfortable things.
I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.
If you don't know where you're going, you'll wind up somewhere else. Not all those who wander are lost.
Courage will now be your best defence against the storm that is at hand-—that and such hope as I bring.
Many children make up, or begin to make up, imaginary languages. I have been at it since I could write.
Why O why did I ever leave my hobbit-hole?" said poor Mr. Baggins, bumping up and down on Bombur's back.
Don't dip your beard in the foam, Father!" They cried to Thorin. "It is long enough without watering it!
Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea
Truly songs and tales fall utterly short of the reality, O Smaug the Chiefest and greatest of Calamities.
The Resurrection is the eucatastrophe of the story of the Incarnation - This story begins and ends in joy.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
He [Bilbo] fought the real battle in the tunnel alone, before he ever saw the vast danger that lay in wait.
Art is the human process that produces by the way (it is not its only or ultimate object) Secondary Belief.
I wish life was not so short. Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.
Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps find wisdom.