Great gandalfs ghost! if he had a ghost. i doubt it. he was such a snob.
A man with nothing to die for has even less for which to live.
Hope is the denial of reality.
His love for her was a gift he gave her daily, expecting nothing in return. He walked at her side, his love for her a torch to guide her footsteps along the dark path she walked.
I wanted to tell her that sometimes, in my long sleep, I dreamt of her
Truth wasn't something you went out and found. It was wide and vast and deep and unending, and all you could hope to see was a tiny part of it. And to see that part and to mistake it for the whole was to make of Truth a lie.