Laura

“As soon as the door closed, Levi popped his eyes again. Bluely. "That's your twin sister?"
"Identical," Reagan said, like she had a mouth full of hair.
Cath nodded and sat down at her desk.
"Wow." Levi scooted down the bed so he was sitting across from her.
"I'm not sure what you're getting at," Cath said, "but I think it's offensive."
"How can the fact that your identical twin sister is super hot be offensive to you?"
"Because," Cath said, still too encouraged by Wren and, weirdly, by Abel, and maybe even by Nick to let this get to her right now. "It makes me feel like the Ugly One."
"You're not the ugly one." Levi grinned. "You're just the Clark Kent."
Cath started checking her e-mail.
"Hey, Cath," Levi said, kicking her chair. She could hear the teasing in his voice. "Will you warn me when you take off your glasses?”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“Another bed was set beside him for his servant. Sam hesitated fora moment, then bowing very low: “Good night, Captain, my lord,” he said. “You took the chance, sir.”
“Did I so?” said Faramir.
“Yes, sir, and showed your quality: the very highest.”
Faramir smiled. “A pert servant, Master Samwise. But nay: the praise of the praiseworthy is above all rewards. Yet there was naught in this to praise. I had no lure or desire to do other than I have done.”
“Ah well, sir,” said Sam, “you said my master had an Elvish air; and the twas good and true. But I can say this: you have an air too, sir, that reminds of, of – well, Gandalf, of wizards.”
“Maybe,” said Faramir. “Maybe you discern from far away the air of Numenor. Good night!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

“Sing now, ye people of the Tower of Anor, for the Realm of Sauron is ended for ever, and the Dark Tower is thrown down. Sing and rejoice, ye people of the Tower of Guard, for your watch hath not been in vain, and the Black Gate is broken, and your King hath passed through, and he is victorious. Sing and be glad, all ye children of the West, for your King shall come again, and he shall dwell among you all the days of your life. And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed, and he shall plant it in the high places, and the City shall be blessed. Sing all ye people!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

“Was it love of people?' I asked her.
'Of course no,' she snapped sharply. 'How can you love ignorant, brutish people whom you don't even know? Can anyone love filth and squalor? Or lice and rats? Who can love aching weariness, and carry on working, in spite of it? One cannot love these things. One can only love God, and through His grace come to love His people.”
― Jennifer Worth, The Midwife: A Memoir of Birth, Joy, and Hard Times