At that moment there was a knock on the door, and Sam came in. He ran to Frodo and took his left hand, awkwardly and shyly. He stroked it gently and then he blushed and turned hastily away.
~ J.r.r. Tolkien
I pity snails, and all that carry their homes on their backs.
Not all that have fallen are vanquished.
Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!
A light like the glint of water on dewy grass flashed from under her feet as she danced.
