And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many. - J. R. R. Tolkien

In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.

A man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a short cut to meet it.

There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.