I wish life was not so short. Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.
It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.
And it is not always good to be healed in body. Nor is it always evil to die in battle, even in bitter pain. Were I permitted, in this dark hour I would choose the latter.
Don't go where I can't follow!
All have their worth and each contributes to the worth of the others.
Sorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you. Not Today. Good morning! But please come to tea -any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Good bye!