The Two Towers (The Lord of the Rings, #2)

by J.R.R. Tolkien

‘I would cut off your head, beard and all, Master Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground,’ said Éomer.

‘There are some things that it is better to begin than to refuse, even though the end may be dark.

No, the burned hand teaches best. After that advice about fire goes to the heart.’

He shook his head, as if finding words useless, and murmured: ‘I love him. He’s like that, and sometimes it shines through, somehow. But I love him, whether or no.’

The star-glass! A light to you in dark places, she said it was to be.

A light when all other lights go out!