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February 2 - February 9, 2025
‘If you have walked all these days with closed ears and mind asleep, wake up now!’
Hope and memory shall live still in some hidden valley where the grass is green.’
‘Do not spoil the wonder with haste!
‘What do you fear, lady?’ he asked. ‘A cage,’ she said. ‘To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.’
‘Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself,’
‘There never was much hope,’ he answered. ‘Just a fool’s hope, as I have been told.
Let us remember that a traitor may betray himself and do good that he does not intend. It can be so, sometimes.
‘Even in this gloom hope gleams again.
‘Work of the Enemy!’ said Gandalf. ‘Such deeds he loves: friend at war with friend; loyalty divided in confusion of hearts.’
‘It’s not always a misfortune being overlooked,’
His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.’
We fear to say too much. It robs us of the right words
Oft hope is born, when all is forlorn.”
It was a great day and a great hour, whatever may come after.’ ‘Follow what may, great deeds are not lessened in worth,’
Yet it is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule.
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.
I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.’
‘Many folk like to know beforehand what is to be set on the table; but those who have laboured to prepare the feast like to keep their secret; for wonder makes the words of praise louder.
a beggar must be grateful, if a thief returns him even a morsel of his own.
‘Well, this has been the nicest chat I’ve had in a month of Mondays.
It is useless to meet revenge with revenge: it will heal nothing.
He is fallen, and his cure is beyond us; but I would still spare him, in the hope that he may find it.’
‘I shan’t call it the end, till we’ve cleared up the mess,’ said Sam gloomily. ‘And that’ll take a lot of time and work.’
Hobbits can work like bees when the mood and the need comes on them.
It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them.
I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.’
