Hobbit Quotes Novels & Stories

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.

“Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.” - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ~ CASPIAN ~ “I forgot to tell you all that this is only the beginning.” Those words reverberate like thunderbolts before they are gone again, their absence shifting the battlefield into a silence heavier than fear. Heavier than pain. Heavier than loss.

the crowd intoned. "I call on the wisdom of Father Odin, the all-seeing god of knowledge and inspiration, to guide you on this journey together. Just he imparts his sagacity and courage to his people, may you face life's challenges with strength and clarity. Let his watchful eye guard you and illuminate your path." "Svo sé það," the crowd said again. "Who has the rings?" Brodi asked.

His nose flared up angrily, "What do you mean nothing? So, I listened to your lame story about a not needed redemption, coupled up with a stupid ass quote that you got from a TV series about three girls who were given a magic cookbook for nothing?" "You see, the difference between you and those little girls is that they actually think with their heads and not their anus. You're pushing 40 but you haven't learned a thing or two about life. The first thing that came to mind when I saw you on that swivel chair was an image of an imbecile. Your hands are tied even tighter than the hands of a paralyzed being. I thought by telling you that quote you may have learned something, but I was wrong. You

"It tastes like piss but it will warm you up." I did need something to warm me up from inside out. So I didn't think twice. I opened the lid, and poured some liquid into my throat. It was so strong that I started to cough. All the hobos started laughing out loud. "She good." "Damn. I haven't seen a shorty so fine since." "You've drunk too much of it," that hobo took back the bottle and said. "You won't be able to stand on your feet." "My friend... will come... and pick me up..." I started to slur.

“Oh, that would be great. These woods are lovely, dark, and deep. It’s like life… it’s worth living.” "Yet, even in the midst of evil cruelty and carnage, life is worth living. For she falls in love with the sunsets and the moonlight, more likely the rain and everything that understands her heart and speaks the language of her soul. It is feasible for fantastic engagements and lovely things to exist,” Legolas clutched her face and move closer to his, feeling the hot connection in between them, “Heaven sent, you existed.” And he let go of his hands on her face and he walk ahead.

I snort. What a cliché quote some or other happy drunk motivational speaker concocted when he was at a loss for words. It must be the same asshole who suggested grabbing life by the horns, that winners never quit, and that everything happens for a reason. “Well, keep on dreaming, girl.” Cause that dream is not gonna happen. Luckily, that’s Axel’s shit. Not mine. I fake a smile, “Cheers!” and throw the alcohol down my throat before I bite into a piece of lemon. The sour taste causes goosebumps on my skin.

I swung the door open and glanced back at her as I said, "I mean it, Nat." * * * While not a quote from the books, Michael Gambon's Dumbledore says this to Harry in Deathly Hallows: Part 2: "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it."

No sarcasm intended. My brother, still dressed in his wet cotton-white sweater soaked in rain water, teeth-chattering with cold, and all he can think about is his stomach. His elastic stomach. Tobi can eat a house down and not add one, single, small, tiny extra pound. I remember when i first read Hansel and Gretel, and i imagined that it was Tobi and i that found that food-covered house in the forest (or woods, as they called it; me trying to sound schooled here). Problem is, i couldn't imagine further because i bursted into laughter.

And I'm responding so fast, I know Nate Baska would shake his head at me and tell me to act more distant to make myself look cooler. "I've never seen the hobbit movies but I just Googled it and you’re now fired for calling me a hobbit," she growls in another voice-note, making me laugh out loud. She actually sounds pissed this time, but I know she doesn’t mean it, "You look like the bigass warlock." "You mean Gandalf?" I ask, laughing way too hard, "We probably look exactly like Frodo and Gandalf when we're standing side by side, to be fair. But my elongated body is a lot more graceful than that, so fuck you in the ass too.”