There is a legend. And to protest is daft.
Then Elrond and Galadriel rode on; for the Third Age was over and the Days of the Rings were passed and an end was come of the story and song of those times.
Living by faith includes the call to something greater than cowardly self-preservation.
A man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a short cut to meet it.
For if joyful is the fountain that rises in the sun, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfathomable at the foundations of the Earth.
It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing… this shadow. Even darkness must pass.
I am dreading the publication, for it will be impossible not to mind what is said. I have exposed my heart to be shot at.
There is how we were before, and how we are now, and the time between is spent choosing which doors to open, and which to close.
But, though French, she was also very brave.
History is, as we know, written by the winners.
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.