Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting.

For a while they stood there, like men on the edge of a sleep where nightmare lurks, holding it off, though they know that they can only come to morning through the shadows.

There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tower high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. 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.

Now when Túrin learnt from Finduilas of what had passed, he was wrathful, and he said to Gwindor: 'In love I hold you for your rescue and sake-keeping. But now you have done ill to me, friend, to betray my right name, and call my doom upon me, from which I would lie hid.' But Gwindor answered: 'The doom lies in yourself, not in your name.

Fear both the heat and the cold of your heart, and strive for patience, if you can.

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

There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.