Цитаты из книги Хранители

В мире много могущественных сил, есть среди них и добрые, и злые. Перед некоторыми даже мне приходится отступать. С некоторыми я ещё никогда не сталкивался.

А посчитай-ка таких, кому надо бы жить, но они мертвы. Их ты можешь воскресить - чтобы уж всем было по заслугам? А нет - так не торопись никого осуждать на смерть. Ибо даже мудрейшим не дано провидеть все.

Все-то всегда говорили: хоть бы не при мне. Выбирать судьбу нам не дано; однако на этот раз нам дано время, и главное - не упустить его.

I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.

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.

Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate; And though I oft have passed them by, A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

And no one was ill, and everyone was pleased, except those who had to mow the grass.

Hobbits can work like bees when the mood and the need comes on them.

I am going to have a long talk with Bombadil: such a talk as I have not had in all my time. He is a moss-gatherer, and I have been a stone doomed to rolling. But my rolling days are ending, and now we shall have much to say to one another.

The road goes ever on and on Out from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, Let others follow it who can! Let them a journey new begin, But I at last with weary feet Will turn towards the lighted inn, My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

For the world is changing: I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, and I smell it in the air.

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.

The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.

The clatter of his precious pans as they fell down into the dark was like a death-knell to his heart.

No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire.

When there's a whip, there's a will, my slugs.

If this nice friendliness would spread about in Mordor, half our trouble would be over.

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.

To move an inch further was a pain and weariness to will and limb.

The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.