Цитаты из книги La Communauté de l'Anneau

In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring; The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there may be 'tis cloudless night And swaying beeches bear The Elven stars as jewels white Amid their branching hair. Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides the Sun And stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, Nor bid the Stars farewell.

He would have welcomed a fight - with not too many enemies at a time - rather than this hideous brooding uncertainty.

No choice was left to them but to play their part to the end.

To waver is to fall.

Silver flow the streams from Celos to Erui In the green fields of Lebennin! Tall grows the grass there. In the wind from the Sea The white lilies sway, And the golden bells are shaken of mallos and alfirin In the great fields of Lebennin, In the wind from the Sea!

It is ever so with the things that Men begin: there is a frost in Spring, or a blight in Summer, and they fail of their promise.

When the black breath blows And death' shadow grows And all lights pass, Come athelas! Come athelas! Life to the dying In the king's hand lying!

The hands of the kings are the hands of a healer, and so shall the rightful king be known.

Dead men are not friends to living men, and give them no gifts.

Let us remember that a traitor may betray himself and do good that he does not intend.

But in desperate hours gentleness may be repaid with death.

And I'm not used, Master Beregond, to waiting hungry on others while they eat. It is a sore trial for a hobbit, that.

He longed to shut out the immensity in a quiet room by a fire.

All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more.

The hasty stroke goes oft astray.

Not a star pricked the sky.

At the table small men may do the greater deeds.

The board is set, and the pieces are moving.

It is a place of sleepless malice, full of lidless eyes.