Book: The Lord Of The Rings. Page 4

You do not live on your own, and if you have fenced yourself off from the world, then the world has not fenced off from you.

Fear is debilitating.

Poor snails and poor everyone who carries his house and his belongings on his back.

Chat less, even with close friends.

Do not rush to condemn anyone to death. For even the wisest cannot see everything.

Pity held his hand. Pity and mercy: it is impossible to kill without extreme need. And for this he received a great reward. No wonder he did not become a minion of evil, no wonder he was saved; and all because he started with pity.

Evil does not rule the world undividedly.

We are not allowed to choose fate.

When he turned ninety-nine, they began to say that he was well

In that old time of which we are speaking, there was almost no government in Hobbitania. Each family itself, as best they could, dealt with their own affairs - mostly about how to grow a better crop and how to feed themselves tastier. Otherwise, the hobbits were more or less accommodating, not at all greedy; habitually content with their own, they did not covet someone else's.

Eowyn, do not disdain pity, this is a gift of a noble heart!

"Come to think of it, you're with us," Merry said. - Let's look at two counts.
"So far, I'm with you, yes," Gandalf confirmed, "but not for long. I won't go to Hobbit with you. Figure it out for yourself: it seems that they should have gotten used to it. Do you still not understand? I repeat: my times are over and it is not my business now to restore order or help those who bring it. By the way, my dear friends, you do not need help in any way, you will cope yourself. Not only have you grown up, but you've grown a lot. You have become the salt of the earth, and I am no longer afraid for any of you.

- I'm not a mortal husband! Before you is a woman. I am Eowyn, daughter of Eomund, and I argue with you about my sovereign and kin. Watch out if you are not immortal! I will hack you, black undead, if you touch him.

The day is over, the lights went out,
waiting for far in the country us.
Bye! Hear the call.
Sailing ship is ready.
Fresh wind, wave running,
my way lies to the West.
Sea grey is calling,
a distant bell strikes.
Bye! Gave waiting
the wind at your back, sail swollen,
the shadows are long,
cloud horizon is pressed.
The sun is sinking head
there for her Islands,
where the rolling pearls
the waves lick the shore.
Will lead me there
Lone star.
To the Harbor light will come in,
where to find last house.
Bye! Waiting for space
eternal green pastures and mountains.
On the ship, on West rush!
Shine the stellar rays!