It is plain that we were meant to go together.

You will notice already that Mr. Baggins was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers.

I am rather tired, and no longer young enough to pillage the night to make up for the deficit of hours in the day..." JRR Tolkien, Letter # 174

And then alas! I let the matter reset, watching and waiting only, as we have too often done.

We may stand, if only on one leg, or at least be left still upon our knees.

The birth, death, and resurrection of Jesus means that one day everything sad will come untrue.

Sam, clinging to Frodo's arm, collapsed on a step in the black darkness. 'Poor old Bill!' he said in a choking voice. 'Poor old Bill! Wolves and snakes! But the snakes were too much for him. I had to choose, Mr. Frodo. I had to come with you.