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

by J.R.R. Tolkien

Real names tell you the story of the things they belong to

But there, my friends, songs like trees bear fruit only in their own time and their own way: and sometimes they are withered untimely.’

I have spoken words of hope. But only of hope. Hope is not victory.

The world changes, and all that once was strong now proves unsure. How shall any tower withstand such numbers and such reckless hate?

‘Look!’ said Pippin. ‘Strider the Ranger has come back!’ ‘He has never been away,’ said Aragorn. ‘I am Strider and Dúnadan too, and I belong both to Gondor and the North.’

‘One who cannot cast away a treasure at need is in fetters. You did rightly.’

Often does hatred hurt itself!