I'll get there, if I leave everything but my bones behind, " said Sam. "And I'll carry Mr. Frodo up myself, if it breaks my back and heart.

Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.

Courage will now be your best defence against the storm that is at hand-—that and such hope as I bring.

The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.

Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.

I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

We set out to save the Shire, Sam and it has been saved - but not for 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.

Then hope unlooked-for came so suddenly to Eomer's heart, and with it the bite of care and fear renewed, that he said no more, but turned and went swiftly from the hall.

The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.

I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often.

Both the thoughts and the senses were pretty things, the ultimate meaning was hidden behind both of them... from both the secret voices of the innermost truth had to be attentively perceived.

What rubs off on me is hard to rub off. So, I’d better figure out what I rubbing up against.

And the pleasures and rewards of the intellect are inseparable from angst, uncertainty, conflict and even despair.

I'm fully aware that if I were to change professions tomorrow, become an astronaut and be the first man to land on Mars, the headlines in the newspapers would read: 'Mr. Darcy Lands on Mars.

In order to be a realist, you must believe in miracles.

If the room is friendly to a relationship between lecturer and audience, you feel everything - the tension, the appreciation. I think the audience feels it too.

I've never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I've entered my story, I need them more than ever.

And sometimes the clergy are blindsided by that. Other times they realize that ahead of time and say they're not going to use those terms. So it gets complicated for sure.

Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring - that delicious commingling of the perfume of arbutus, the odor of pines, and the snow - soaked soil just warming into life.