“Obstacles, flooded out means of progress, nagging self doubt, glaring inadequacies, pained loneliness, piercing discouragement, agonizing ineptitude, crushing frustrations, stunned deceptions, blind ignorance; an endless array of arrows from all directions. But above all this, the radiant power and love of Christ proclaimed in the Gospel.”—
"But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death."
"What do you fear, lady?" he asked.
"A cage," she said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire."
"And yet you counsel me not to adventure on the road that I had chosen, because it is perilous?"
"So may one counsel another," she said. "Yet I do not bid you flee from peril, but to ride to battle where your sword may win renown and victory. I would not see a thing that is high and excellent cast away needlessly."
“The gospel tells us that our most sacred thoughts, our deepest affections, our sublimest emotions are as nothing compared with what we shall experience when we meet our Saviour fact to face.”—D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones
We shouldn’t be here at all, if we’d known more about it before we started. But I supposed it’s often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of sport, as you might say.
"But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually — their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t. And if they had, we shouldn’t know, because they’d have been forgotten. We hear about those as just went on - and not all to a good end, mind you; at least not to what folk inside a story and not outside it call a good end. You know, coming home, and finding things all right, though not quite the same - like old Mr. Bilbo.
"But those aren’t always the best tales to hear, though they may be the best tales to get landed in! I wonder what sort of a tale we’ve fallen into?"
"I wonder." said Frodo. "But I don’t know. And that’s the way of a real tale. Take any one that you’re fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the people in it don’t know. And you don’t want them to."
"No, sir, of course not. Beren now, he never thought he was going to get that Silmaril from the Iron Crown in Thangorodrim, and yet he did, and that was a worse place and a blacker danger than ours. But that’s a long tale, of course, and goes on past the happiness and into grief and beyond it - and the Silmaril went on and came to Earendil. And why, sir, I never thought of that before! We’ve got - you’ve got some of the light of it in that star-glass that the Lady gave to you! Why, to think of it, we’re in the same tale still! It’s going on. Don’t the great tales never end?"
"No, they never end as tales," said Frodo. "But the people in them come, and go when their part’s ended. Our part will end later - or sooner."
“The Kingdom of God which is within us, is nevertheless a Kingdom that is meant to embrace all. This paradox always grips me. Our gospel, which is primarily for the individual, is nevertheless the only universal gospel.”—D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones
“If we could but see the real wonder in the Incarnation, the Crucifixion and the Resurrection, what powers we should be! The Son of God Himself dying for us — how can we remain so silent and so passive? Do we spend enough time in prayer and silent meditation? Are we not concentrating too much on what we can do in public and depending too much on our own abilities?”—D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones
“'You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin — to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours — closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo…We are horribly afraid — but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds.'”—Merry, The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien
“But Tom shook his head, saying: ‘You’ve found yourselves again, out of the deep water. Clothes are but little loss, if you escape from drowning. Be glad, my merry friends, and let the warm sunlight heat now heart and limb! Cast off these cold rags! Run naked on the grass, while Tom goes a-hunting!
The air was growing warm again. The hobbits ran about for a while on the grass, as he told them. They they lay basking in the sun with the delight of those that have been wafted suddenly from bitter winter to a friendly clime, or of people that, after being long ill and bedridden, wake one day to find that they are unexpectedly well and the day is again full of promise.”—Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien
“I would say of all men and women that we are all weak, very weak, the difference being that the sinners do not appreciate the fact that they are weak, whereas the Christians do.”—D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones