Quotes About Eowyn

#1. And yet, Eomer, I say to you that she loves you more truly than me, for you she loves and knows; but in me she loves only a shadow and a thought: a hope of glory and great deeds, and lands far from the fields of Rohan.
- Aragorn to Eomer, of Eowyn

J.R.R. Tolkien

#2. Then the heart of Eowyn changed, or else at last she understood it. And suddenly her winter past, and the sun shone on her.

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#3. She might be curt and ungrateful, but by God she could bake.

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#4. Why was it always the woman's fate to pace and fret and wait?

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#5. The leaden sky seemed to hold its breath.

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#6. Now he sat laughing with strangers, when he hadn't smiled at her in years.

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#7. ...this rubbed like a small pebble in a boot. At first it seems like nothing but a nuisance, but eventually it hobbles you.
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#8. I have only ever been truly frightened of boredom and loneliness," she says. It

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#9. A boy trying out a man's language.

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#10. There is hope in our wanting to be something better, even if we never manage it. Maybe that is what I can hold to. The wanting.

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#11. When we are young, we consume the world in great gulps, and it consumes us, and everything is mysterious and alive and fills us with desire and wonder, fear and guilt.

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#12. She'd say the girl needed warmth and affection and someone to look after her, but Jack had to wonder if that didn't have more to do with a woman's own desires than the needs of a child.

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#13. If she couldn't convince anyone else, how could she go on believing?

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#14. She knew the snow and it carried her gently ... She knew the land by heart.

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#15. Then he returned to Mabel and put his mouth to her ear. I'd never let anything happen to you. You know that, don't you?

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#16. Carry me on and on to the edge of the earth, with children's laughter like a wind - full sail, then carry me beyond

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#17. I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.

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#18. It was as if she had reached into her own pocket and discovered a small pebble, as hard as a diamond, that she had forgotten belonged to her.

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#19. Then she fell on her knees, saying: 'I beg thee!'
'Nay, lady,' he said, and taking her by the hand he raised her. The he kissed her hand, and sprang into the saddle, and rode away, and did not look back; and only those who knew him well and were near to him saw the pain that he bore.

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#20. To believe, perhaps you had to cease looking for explanations and instead hold the little thing in your hands as long as your were able before it slipped like water between your fingers.

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#21. I don't know why, precisely. I believe we were in need of a change. We needed to do things for ourselves. Does that make any sense? To break your own ground and know it's yours, free and clear. Nothing taken for granted.

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#22. There are so man other labels people like to assign. Where am I an insider, and where am I an outsider? It all depends on where I'm standing and who is trying to put me into which box.

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#23. You start seeing things that you're afraid of ... or things you've always wished for.

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#24. And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.

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#25. I'll tell you one thing about history - we leave a lot of carnage in our wake.

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#26. It would be a hard life, but it would be theirs alone. Here at the world's edge, far from everything familiar and safe, they would build a new home in the wilderness and do it as partners.

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#27. We are allowed to do that, are we not Mabel? To invent our own endings and choose joy over sorrow?

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#28. Don't you see? This was to be ours together, the successes and the failures ... All of this? he said, and couldn't help a smile. Yes, all of this. Then she too smiled.

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#29. What do you fear, lady?' he asked.

'A cage,' she said.

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#30. So I guess I wonder, where is the line separating me into this culture or that culture, saying I have less or more? I'm just me, and like most people, I've had my heart broken a few times, but for the most part I have been Happy.

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#31. The days diminished. Light lasted just six hours, and it was a feeble light. Mabel organized her hours into patterns - wash, mend, cook, wash, mend, cook - and tried not to imagine floating beneath the ice like a yellow leaf.

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#32. As she stood before Aragorn she paused suddenly and looked upon him, and her eyes were shining. And he looked down upon her fair face and smiled; but as he took the cup, his hand met hers, and he knew that she trembled at the touch.

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#33. When she first fell in love with Jack, she dreamed she could fly ...

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#34. That is the excitement. We catch only glimpses, a burst of movement, a flap of wings, yet it is life itself beating at shadow's edge. It is the unfolding of potential; all of what we might experience and see and learn awaits us. January

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#35. remembered but not quite. I only hope by some

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#36. They are only bats, nothing more," Mother said.
Father whispered to me alone, "These are no ordinary bats. These are mice who swim with the stars.

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#37. He put one foot in front of the other and walked without seeing or feeling.

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#38. No. Sometimes these things happen. Life doesn't go the way we plan or hope, but we don't have to be so angry, do we?" He

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#39. That is excitement. We catch only glimpses, a burst of movement, a flap of wings, yet it is life itself beating at shadow's edge. It is the unfolding of potential; all of what we might experience and see and learn awaits us.

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#40. Never underestimate the naughtiness factor.

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#41. You'll drive yourself crazy looking for something that's not there.

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#42. He expected to drown before she reached it.

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#43. November was here, and it frightened her because she knew what it brought - cold upon the valley like a coming death, glacial wind through the cracks between the cabin logs. But most of all, darkness. Darkness so complete

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#44. Doubt crouched over his shoulder, ready to take him by the throat, whispering in his ear, You are an old man. An old, old man.

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#45. She stared that color, trying to imagine a father who could name his child for such beauty and then abandon her.

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#46. The truth isn't always beautiful, and it's almost never kind. The truth just is.

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#47. There's been a lot to get used to here." Esther laughed. "Isn't that the truth. I don't know if you ever get used to it really. It just gets in your blood so that you can't stand to be anywhere else.

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#48. Alas, not me, lord!" she said. "Shadow lies on me still. Look not to me for healing! I am a shieldmaiden and my hand is ungentle.

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#49. It was beautiful, Mabel knew, but it was a beauty that ripped you open and scored you clean so that you were left helpless and exposed, if you lived at all.

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#50. Like a rainbow trout in a stream, the girl sometimes flashed her true self to him.

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#51. In my old age, I see that life itself is often more fantastic and terrible than the stories we believed as children, and that perhaps there is no harm in finding magic among the trees.

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#52. She looked directly up into the northern lights and she wondered if those cold-burning spectres might not draw her breath, her very soul, out of her chest and into the stars.

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#53. He stood there a moment, listened to the creek, and let the mountain air blow against his face. Even with all this heartache, it was beautiful here.

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#54. The December days had a certain luminosity and sparkle, like frost on bare branches, alight in the morning just before it melts. Mabel

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#55. All those sounds of her failure and regret would be left behind, and in their place there would be silence.

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#56. We never know what is going to happen, do we? Life is always throwing us this way and that. That's where the adventure is. Not knowing where you'll end up or how you'll fare. It's all a mystery, and when we say any different, we're just lying to ourselves. Tell me, when have you felt most alive?

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#57. I guess maybe I don't want to be warm and safe. I want to live.

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#58. She and Jack had formed her of snow and birch boughs and frosty wild grass.

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#59. As Jack's eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he saw the ground covered in white and, in the light of Garrett"s lantern, snowflakes spinning and falling.
He took hold of Mabel's hand, and when she turned to him, he saw in her eyes the joy and sorrow of a lifetime.
"It's snowing," she said.

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#60. As Jack knelt in the bloody snow, he wondered if that was how a man held up his end of the bargain, by learning and taking into his heart this strange wilderness - guarded and naked, violent and meek, tremulous in its greatness.

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#61. I can find no means to account for all that we have witnessed, except to say that I am no longer certain of the boundaries between man & beast, of the living & the dead. All that I have taken for granted, what I have known as real & true, has been called into question.

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#62. The child's arms around her, hugging her as a daughter hugs her mother. Joyfully. Spontaneously. The most beautiful of all. The most beautiful of all.

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#63. She watched Mabel mix bread dough, and it was as if a songbird had landed on a bedroom windowsill.

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#64. Mabel was no longer sure of the child's age. She seemed both newly born and as old as the mountains, her eyes animated with unspoken thoughts, her face impassive. Here with the child in the trees, all things seemed possible and true.

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#65. She wanted to look presentable, but not like an overdressed outsider.

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#66. He goes not in search of obstacles, only the paths around them. Anything seems possible.

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#67. She slid her boot soles onto the surface and nearly laughed at her own absurdity - to be careful not to slip even as she prayed to fall through.

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#68. But who knows what she spoke to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bower closing in about her, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?

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#69. She seemed to him both powerful and delicate, like a wild thing that thrives in its place but withers when stolen away.

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#70. Was it as Ada suggested, that we can choose our own endings, joy over sorrow? Or does the cruel world just give and take, give and take, while we flounder through the wilderness?

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#71. And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air.

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#72. He thought Mabel would cry, and he wanted to be anywhere else. It was wrong and cowardly, and he'd done it before
when Mabel lost the baby and shook with grief ... But it was like the need to take a breath. The urge was too strong, and without saying another word, Jack left the cabin.

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