Jamie A. Waters

The burned hand teaches best. After that advice about fire goes to the heart.

It's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish.

The world is changing: I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, and I smell it in the air.

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.

War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.

The wise speak only of what they know, Grima son of Galmod. A witless worm have you become. Therefore be silent, and keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a serving-man till the lightning falls.

There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men for this treachery.

I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.

The most perilous part of our venture is passed.

The board is set, the pieces are moving. We come to it at last, the great battle of our time.

I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.