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  • #1
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #2
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #3
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “What do you fear, lady?" [Aragorn] asked.
    "A cage," [Éowyn] 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.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #4
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “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.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #5
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “But I have been too deeply hurt, Sam. I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. 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.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #6
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #7
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #8
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
    tags: war

  • #9
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “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.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #10
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #11
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #12
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #13
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Ónen i-estel edain, ú-chebin estel anim.
    (I gave Hope to the Dúnedain, I have kept none for myself.)
    (Gilraen's linnod)”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #14
    C.S. Lewis
    “I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now...Come further up, come further in!”
    C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle

  • #15
    Rick Riordan
    “The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.”
    Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

  • #16
    Rick Riordan
    “She raised an eyebrow. "You got something to say to me, Seaweed Brain?"

    You'd probably kick my butt."

    You know I'd kick your butt."

    I brushed the cake off my hands. "When I was at the River Styx, turning invulnerable . . . Nico said I had to concentrate on one thing that kept me anchored to the world, that made me want to stay mortal."

    Annabeth kept her eyes on the horizon. "Yeah?"

    Then up on Olympus," I said, "when they wanted to make me a god and stuff, I kept thinking-"

    Oh, you so wanted to."

    Well, maybe a little. But I didn't, because I thought-I didn't want things to stay the same for eternity, because things could always get better. And I was thinking . . ." My throat felt really dry.

    Anyone in particular?" Annabeth asked, her voice soft.

    I looked over and saw that she was trying not to smile.

    You're laughing at me," I complained.

    I am not!"

    You are so not making this easy."

    Then she laughed for real, and she put her hands
    around my neck. "I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.”
    Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

  • #17
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Let’s make this a fight worthy of a song.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

  • #18
    Sarah J. Maas
    “To whatever end,” he whispered.
    Silver lined her eyes. “To whatever end.”
    A reminder—and a vow, more sacred than the wedding oaths they’d sworn on that ship.
    To walk this path together, back from the darkness of the iron coffin. To face what waited in Terrasen, ancient promises to the gods be damned.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

  • #19
    Sarah J. Maas
    “And far away, across the snow-covered mountains, on a barren plain before the ruins of a once-great city, a flower began to bloom”
    Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

  • #20
    Sarah J. Maas
    “To whatever end?” she breathed. Rowan followed her, as he had his entire life, long before they had ever met, before their souls had sparked into existence. “To whatever end, Fireheart.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

  • #21
    Terry Pratchett
    “FOR I CAN SEE THE BALANCE AND YOU HAVE LEFT THE WORLD MUCH BETTER THAN YOU FOUND IT, AND IF YOU ASK ME, said Death, NOBODY COULD DO ANY BETTER THAN THAT. . . .”
    Terry Pratchett, The Shepherd's Crown

  • #22
    Terry Pratchett
    “I HAVE WATCHED YOUR PROGRESS WITH INTEREST, ESMERELDA WEATHERWAX, said the voice in the dark. He was firm, but oh so polite. But now there was a question in his voice. PRAY TELL ME, WHY WERE YOU CONTENT TO LIVE IN THIS TINY LITTLE COUNTRY WHEN, AS YOU KNOW, YOU COULD HAVE BEEN ANYTHING AND ANYBODY IN THE WORLD? “I don’t know about the world, not much; but in my part of the world I could make little miracles for ordinary people,” Granny replied sharply. “And I never wanted the world—just a part of it, a small part that I could keep safe, that I could keep away from storms. Not the ones of the sky, you”
    Terry Pratchett, The Shepherd's Crown

  • #23
    Terry Pratchett
    “Then it came to her. She did not deserve to die. And she was not alone. She never would be. Not while her land was beneath her boots. Her land. The land of the Achings.

    She was Tiffany Aching. Not Granny Weatherwax, but a witch in her own right. A witch who knew exactly who she was and how she wanted to do things. Her way. And she had not failed, because she had barely begun...”
    Terry Pratchett, The Shepherd's Crown

  • #24
    Nicholas Eames
    “Among them is a renegade king, he who sired five royal heirs without ever unzipping his pants. A man to whom time has imparted great wisdom and an even greater waistline, whose thoughtless courage is rivalled only by his unquenchable thirst.

    At his shoulder walks a sorcerer, a cosmic conversationalist. Enemy of the incurable rot, absent chairman of combustive sciences at the university in Oddsford, and the only living soul above the age of eight to believe in owlbears.

    Look here at a warrior born, a scion of power and poverty whose purpose is manifold: to shatter shackles, to murder monarchs, and to demonstrate that even the forces of good must sometimes enlist the service of big, bad motherfuckers. His is an ancient soul destined to die young.

    And now comes the quiet one, the gentle giant, he who fights his battles with a shield. Stout as the tree that counts its age in aeons, constant as the star that marks true north and shines most brightly on the darkest nights.

    A step ahead of these four: our hero. He is the candle burnt down to the stump, the cutting blade grown dull with overuse. But see now the spark in his stride. Behold the glint of steel in his gaze. Who dares to stand between a man such as this and that which he holds dear? He will kill, if he must, to protect it. He will die, if that is what it takes.

    “Go get the boss,” says one guardsman to another. “This bunch looks like trouble.”

    And they do. They do look like trouble, at least until the wizard trips on the hem of his robe. He stumbles, cursing, and fouls the steps of the others as he falls face-first onto the mud-slick hillside.”
    Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

  • #25
    Nicholas Eames
    “But what does a mirror know? What can it show us of ourselves? Oh, it might reveal a few scars, and perhaps a glimpse—there, in the eyes—of our true nature. The spirit beneath the skin. Yet the deepest scars are often hidden, and though a mirror might reveal our weakness, it reflects only a fraction of our strength.”
    Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

  • #26
    Nicholas Eames
    “As individuals they were each of them fallible, discordant as notes without harmony. But as a band they were something more, something perfect in its own intangible way”
    Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

  • #27
    Nicholas Eames
    “A tiger, however fearsome, could be hunted into a corner. It fought alone, so it died alone. But to hunt a wolf was to constantly look over your shoulder, wondering if others were behind you in the dark. “Lost?”
    Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

  • #28
    Nicholas Eames
    “And so it goes, thought Clay. Life was funny, and fickle, and often cruel. Sometimes the unworthy went on living, while those who deserved better was lost.

    Or not lost, he considered, since they lingered on in the hearts of those who loved them, who love them still, their memory nurtured like a sprig of green in an otherwise desolate soul. Which was, he supposed, a kind of immortality, after all.”
    Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

  • #29
    Nicholas Eames
    “This day,” said Gabriel, “this moment, is when you step out from the shadow of the past. Today you make your name. Today your legend is born. Come tomorrow, every tale the bards tell will belong to you, because today we save the world!” Clay sighed in relief. There’d been a hammer, after all. Gabriel tore Vellichor from its scabbard and leveled it at the encroaching Horde. “This is not a choice between life and death, but life and immortality! Remain here and die in obscurity, or follow me now and live forever!”
    Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

  • #30
    Nicholas Eames
    “Her smiles were shorter. Her laugh was louder. She became distracted at times, and would stare at nothing with a look of shattered sorrow that passed like a cloud the moment someone spoke her name. She loved less quickly, but more fiercely, and made certain that those she cared for knew it well. Sometimes she wept when it snowed.”
    Nicholas Eames, Bloody Rose



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