When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… “Why did I ever wake up!” he cried.

Great heart will not be denied.

Many are the strange chances of the world, and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.

Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway.

We meet again, at the turn of the tide. A great storm is coming, but the tide has turned.

And thus it came to pass that the Silmarils found their long homes: one in the airs of heaven, and one in the fires of the heart of the world, and one in the deep waters.

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. But I am of the House of Erol and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.