I have in this War a burning private grudge—which would probably make me a better soldier at 49 than I was at 22: against that ruddy little ignoramus Adolf Hitler (for the odd thing about...

All stories are ultimately about the fall.

A few melancholy birds were pipping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell

The rule of no realm is mine, neither of Gondor nor any other, great or small. But all worthy things that are in peril as the world now stands, those are my care. And for...

There are many powers in the world, for good or for evil. Some are greater than I am. Against some I have not yet been measured. But my time is coming.

“Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean, Brood of Morgoth, or Bright Vala, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth, Neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread,...

Surely you do not disbelieve the prophecies, because you had a hand in bringing them about yourself? You don’t really suppose, do you, that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck, just...

We have come from God, and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they contain error, will also reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God. Indeed only...

If you have ever seen a dragon in a pinch, you will realize that this was only poetical exaggeration applied to any hobbit, even to Old Took’s great-granduncle Bullroarer, who was so huge (for a...

This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.

Struck by lightning! Struck by lightning!

Vivant sans souffle,Froid comme la mort,Jamais assoiffé, toujours buvant,En cotte de mailles, jamais cliquetant.(Le poisson)

Era a primeira vez que Sam via uma passagem de um combate de Homens contra Homens, e não lhe tinha agradado muito. Sentiu-se grato por não poder ver o rosto do morto. Perguntou a si...

How shall a man judge what to do in such times?”As he ever has judged,’ said Aragorn. ‘Good and ill have not changed since yesteryear…It is a man’s part to discern them, as much in...

I’m looking for someone to share in an adventure, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.’ ‘I should think so, in these parts. We’re plain, quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty, disturbing,...

Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are...

Yet at the last Beren was slain by the Wolf that came from the gates of Angband, and he died in the arms of Tinúviel. But she chose mortality, and to die from the world,...

Each day before the end of eveshe sought her lover, nor would him leave,until the stars were dimmed, and daycame glimmering eastward silver-grey.Then trembling-veiled she would appear,and dance before him, half in fear;there flitting just...

We all long for Eden, and we are constantly glimpsing it: our whole nature at its best and least corrupted, its gentlest and most human, is still soaked with the sense of exile.

The burned hand teaches best.

It’s like things are in the world. Hopes fail. An end comes. We have only a little time to wait now.

And no one was ill, and everyone was pleased, except those who had to mow the grass.

Fare well we call to hearth and hallThough wind may blow and rain may fallWe must away ere break of dayOver the wood and mountain tallTo Rivendell where Elves yet dwellIn glades beneath the misty...

A great dread fell on him, as if he was awaiting the pronouncement of some doom that he had long foreseen and vainly hoped might after all never be spoken. An overwhelming longing to rest...

«Pensandoci bene, apparteniamo anche noi alla medesima storia, che continua attraverso i secoli! Non hanno dunque una fine i grandi racconti?».«No, non terminano mai i racconti», disse Frodo. «Sono i personaggi che vengono e se...

But the only measure that he knows is desire desire for power and so he judges all hearts. Into his heart the thought will not enter that any will refuse it that having the Ring...

And now leave me in peace for a bit! I don’t want to answer a string of questions while I am eating. I want to think!””Good Heavens!” said Pippin. “At breakfast?

And so Gollum found them hours later, when he returned, crawling and creeping down the path out of the gloom ahead. Sam sat propped against the stone, his head dropping sideways and his breathing heavy....

A story must be told or there’ll be no story, yet it is the untold stories that are most moving.

I must indeed abide the Doom of Men whether I will or nill: the loss and the silence. But I say to you, King of the Numenoreans, not till now have I understood the tale...

No diré no lloréis, pues no todas las lágrimas son amargas.

Pan Bilbo ho naučil i číst a psát — nic zlýho tím ovšem nemyslela doufám, že z toho nic zlýho nevzejde

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire...

The wolf that one hears is worse than the orc that one fears.

All your words are but to say you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in...

There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tower high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out...

It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.

You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin – to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours – closer than you yourself keep it....

Are you in pain, Frodo?’ said Gandalf quietly as he rode by Frodo’s side. ‘Well, yes I am,’ said Frodo. ‘It is my shoulder. The wound aches, and the memory of darkness is heavy on...

Los caminos siguen avanzando,sobre rocas y bajo árboles,por cuevas donde el sol no brilla,por arroyos que el mar no encuentran,sobre las nieves que el invierno siembra,y entre las flores alegres de junio,sobre la hierba y...

In the deep places he gives thought to music great and terrible; and the echo of that music runs through all the veins of the world in sorrow and in joy; for if joyful is...

It [discovering Finnish] was like discovering a wine-cellar filled with bottles of amazing wine of a kind and flavour never tasted before. It quite intoxicated me.

Few other griefs amid the ill chances of this world have more bitterness and shame for a man’s heart than to behold the love of a lady so fair and brave that cannot be returned.

They took a deep draught of the air, and felt that a skip and a few stout strides would bear them wherever they wished.

those who will defend authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel.

When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,...

But I spoke hastily. We must not be hasty. I have become too hot. I must cool myself and think; for it is easier to shout stop! than to do it.

”´But that ‘ s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have just landed in them, usually – their paths...

It’s wisdom to recognize necessity, when all other courses have been weighed, though as folly it may appear to those who cling to false hope.

Sleep! I feel the need of it. Yet my axe is restless in my hand. Give me a row of orc-necks and room to swing and all weariness will fall from me!