Not all that have fallen are vanquished.

What punishments of God are not gifts?

After some while Bilbo became impatient. "Well, what is it?" he said. "The answer's not a kettle boiling over, as you seem to think by the noise you are making.

Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!

We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!

Hammer and tongs! I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!

The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present. Health and hope grew strong in them, and they were content with each good day as it came, taking pleasure in every meal, and in every word and song.