Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. — J.R.R. Tolkien
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. — J.R.R. Tolkien
Do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory… Love only that which they defend. FARAMIR.