Remember what Bilbo used to say: It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
We are a plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures.
Handsome is as handsome does.
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 for your sole benefit? You are a very fine per
Some who have read the book, or at any rate have reviewed it, have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible; and I have no cause to complain, since I have similar opinions of their works, or of the kinds of writing that they evidently prefer.
The world is full enough of hurts and mischance without wars to multiply them.
Courage is found in unlikely places.
...in doubt a man of worth will trust to his own wisdom.
Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
'What do you fear my lady?' <br/>'A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond beyond recall or desire.'
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
But when I say free, I mean free: free from bond, of chain or command:to go where you will, even, even to Mordor Saruman, if you desire.
Few can foresee whither their road will lead them, till they come to its end.
God is the God of men...and of elves.
That is Shadowfax. He is cheif of the Maeras, lords of all horses, and not even Theoden, King of Rohan, has ever looked on a better. Does he not shine like silver, and run as smoothly as a swift stream?
His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking, best, or a pleasant mixture of them all.
In life there can be no victor, for death comes to all and smites them.
The Road goes ever on and on down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, and I must follow, if I can, pursuing it with eager feet, until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.
It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.
There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.
And it is not our part here to take thought only for a season, or for a few lives of Men, or for a passing age of the world.
It needs but one foe to breed a war, and those who have not swords can still die upon them.
The wise speak only of what they know.
The wide world is all about you; you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.
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 shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,The crownless again shall be king.