J. R. R. Tolkien Quotes

Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.

My Precious, my Precious.

He does not possess wealth; it possesses him.

There is nothing wrong with men possessing riches. The wrong comes when riches possess men.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness.

Nothing else but an insatiate thirst of enjoying a greedily desired object.

Proud to steal her anything she sees, but you will wind up peeking through her key hole down upon your knees.

I have the money and they won't get their hands on it.

He is the least in want who is the least covetous.

It's one thing to want money, but if you find yourself choking on a coin as you wake, the money is slightly less desirable.

You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I willna let ye go

Avarice is fear sheathed in gold.

If you want something, if you take it for your own, you'll always be taking it from someone else.

The love of money as a possession...will be recognised for what it is, a somewhat disgusting morbidity.

Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is everything you have ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything.

If you want money more than anything, you'll be bought and sold. If you have a greed for food, you'll be a loaf of bread. This is a subtle truth: Whatever you love, you are.

This man belongs to me, I want him!

Covetousness is ever attended with solicitude and anxiety.

Oh Alexander," she said, "what do you want from me..." "Everything!" he whispered fiercely.

The property of others is always more inviting than our own; and that which we ourselves possess is most pleasing to others.

The covetous person is full of fear; and he or she who lives in fear will ever be a slave.

Love says, mine. Love says, I could eat you up. Love says, stay as you are, be my own private thing, don't you dare have ideas I don't share. Love has just got to gobble the other, bones and all, crunch. I don't want to do that. I sure don't want it done to me!

It'll be impossible to protect Brittany for the rest of her life from all the other guys who want to be near her, to see her as I've seen her. Touch her as I've touch her. Man, I never want to let her go.