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| 44f30dc | Good Morning!" said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. "What do you mean?" he said. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?" | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| cfb7080 | Arrow! Black arrow! I have saved you to the last. You have never failed me and I have always recovered you. I had you from my father and he from of old. If ever you came from the forges of the true king under the Mountain, go now and speed well! | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 652e20e | Haldir had gone on and was now climbing to the high flet. As Frodo prepared to follow him, he laid his hand upon the tree beside the ladder: never before had he been so suddenly and so keenly aware of the feel and texture of a tree's skin and of the life within it. He felt a delight in wood and the touch of it, neither as forester nor as carpenter; it was the delight of the living tree itself. | tree | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 51a5414 | There was a deep silence, only scraped on its surfaces by the faint quiver of empty seed-plumes, and broken grass-blades trembling in small air-movements they could not feel. 'Not a bird!' said Sam mournfully. 'No, no birds,' said Gollum. 'Nice birds!' He licked his teeth. 'No birds here. There are snakeses, wormses, things in the pools. Lots of things, lots of nasty things. No birds,' he ended sadly. Sam looked at him with distaste. | humour lord-of-the-rings sméagol | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| bd9a2bc | I am not going to do anything you: not if you mean by that 'do something you' without your leave. We might do some things together. I don't know about sides. I go my own way; but your way may go along with mine for a while. | J.R.R Tolkien | ||
| e7c8d43 | Master Meriadoc,' said Aragorn, 'if you think that I have passed through the mountains and the realm of Gondor with fire and sword to bring herbs to a careless soldier who throws away his gear, you are mistaken, If your pack has not been found, then you must send for the herb-master of this House, And he will tell you that he did not know the herb you desire had any virtues, but that it is called westmansweed by the vulgar, and galenas by t.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 609ff60 | And so Gollum found them hours later, when he returned, crawling and creeping down the path out of the gloom ahead. Sam sat propped against the stone, his head dropping sideways and his breathing heavy. In his lap lay Frodo's head, drowned in sleep; upon his white forehead lay one of Sam's brown hands, and the other lay softly upon his master's breast. Peace was in both their faces. Gollum looked at them. A strange expression passed over hi.. | sad | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 623e395 | Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only a mirror, | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| c68753e | I feel I need a holiday, a very long holiday, as I have told you before. Probably a permanent holiday: I don't expect I shall return. in fact, I don't mean to, and I have made all arrangements.... I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can't be right. I need a change, or something.' Bilbo | tired wholeness | J. R. R. Tolkien | |
| 0c5cf14 | I perceived or thought of the Light of God and in it suspended one small mote (or millions of motes to only one of which was my small mind directed), glittering white because of the individual ray from the Light which both held and lit it...And the ray was the Guardian Angel of the mote: not a thing interposed between God and the creature, but God's very attention itself, personalized...This is a finite parallel to the Infinite. As the love.. | god guardian-angel letter-89 light trinity | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 8114c20 | deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| b4e107c | No bird soars in a calm. WILBUR WRIGHT | David McCullough | ||
| 99b1a6f | How can we know who we are and where we are going if we don't know anything about where we have come from and what we have been through, the courage shown, the costs paid, to be where we are? | David McCullough | ||
| 58b1a3d | There are no people on earth in whom a spirit of enthusiastic zeal is so readily kindled, and burns so remarkably, as Americans | David McCullough | ||
| a7ba7bc | Ego non baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nomine diaboli! | satanic | Herman Melville | |
| d3ea793 | Preferiria no hacerlo | Herman Melville | ||
| b0b18d1 | Seat thyself sultanically among the moons of Saturn, and take high abstracted man alone; and he seems a wonder, a grandeur, and a woe. But from that same point, take mankind in mass, and for the most part, they seem a mob of unnecessary duplicates, both contemporary and hereditary. | Herman Melville | ||
| f75dc9f | Self-conciousness is the enemy of all creativity. | self-consciousness | Ray Bradbury | |
| 5f16003 | Through neglect, ignorance, or inability, the new intellectual Borgias cram hairballs down our throats and refuse us the convulsion that could make us well. They have forgotten, if they ever knew, the ancient knowledge that only by being truly sick can one regain health. Even beasts know when it is good and proper to throw up. Teach me how to be sick then, in the right time and place, so that I may again walk in the fields and with the wise.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 2b4e68a | There were only the great diamonds and sapphires and emerald mists and velvet inks of space, with God's voice mingling among the crystal fires. | beauty colours god jewels kaleidoscope outer-space universe | Ray Bradbury | |
| 26379cb | There where hundreds of graves. There where hundreds of women. There were hundreds of daughters. There were hundreds of sons. And hundreds upon hundreds upon thousands of candles. The whole graveyard was one swarm of candleshine as if a population of fireflies had heard of a Grand Conglomeration and had flown here to settle in and flame upon the stones and light the brown faces and the dark eyes and the black hair. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| b9376e1 | I never in my life argued with a piece of cake or a bowl of ice cream. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| eecd89c | And wasn't it this bright boy you selected for beating and tortures after hours? Of course it was. We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for their are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against. So! A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Burn it. Take the shot from the weapon. Breach man's mind. .. | equality fahrenheit-451 fear happiness inferiority peace ray-bradbury | Ray Bradbury | |
| 34167bf | Some boys walk by and you cry, seeing them. They feel good, they look good, they are good. Oh, they're not above peeing off a bridge, or stealing an occasional dime-store pencil sharpener; it's not that. It's just, you know, seeing them pass, that's how they'll be all their life; they'll get hit, hurt, cut, bruised, and always wonder why, why does it happen? how can it happen to | cry description good goodness hurt innocence pain people-will-hurt-you sad vulnerable | Ray Bradbury | |
| 5dd1d88 | I am a child of the poisonous wind that copulated with the East River on an oil-slick, garbage infested midnight. I turn about on my own parentage. I inoculate against those very biles that brought me to light. I am a serum born of venoms. I am the antibody of all Time. I am the Cure. You do of the City, do you not? Manhattan is your punisher, let me be you shield. | witches | Ray Bradbury | |
| 50cb371 | We all have our harps to play. And it's up to you now to know with which ear you'll listen. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| e7eee5d | They read the long afternoon through, while the cold November rain fell from the sky upon the quiet house. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 01ae198 | Fire is bright and fire is clean. | clean fire | Ray Bradbury | |
| 50bb4df | Somehow, irresistibly, the prime thing was: nothing mattered. Life in the end seemed a prank of such size you could only stand off at this end of the corridor to note its meaningless length and it's quite unnecessary height, a mountain built to such ridiculous immensities you were dwarfed in its shadow and mocking of its pomp. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 0c304b6 | The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents. | carnival dying october wicked | Ray Bradbury | |
| 5ba9fc7 | A day without writing was a little death. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| e7ad1b8 | The sidewalks were haunted by dust ghosts all night as the furnace wind summoned them up, swung them about, and gentled them down in a warm spice on the lawns. Trees, shaken by the footsteps of late-night strol- lers, sifted avalanches of dust. From midnight on, it seemed a volcano beyond the town was showering red-hot ashes every- where, crusting slumberless night watchmen and irritable dogs. Each house was a yellow attic smoldering with s.. | heat summer | Ray Bradbury | |
| f548f8e | To die to our neighbors means to stop judging them, to stop evaluating them, and thus to become free to be compassionate. Compassion can never coexist with judgment because judgment creates the distance, the distinction, which prevents us from really being with the other. | judgment solidarity the-other | Henri J.M. Nouwen | |
| 235a29a | The Christian leader of the future is called to be completely irrelevant and to stand in this world with nothing to offer but his or her own vulnerable self. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| 9354952 | Jesus was a revolutionary, who did not become an extremist, since he did not offer an ideology, but Himself. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| 29a3547 | Think like a man of action, act like a man of thought. --Henri Bergson | David Allen | ||
| 6170b75 | I used to think that if you cared for other people, you need to study sociology or something like it. But....I [have] concluded, if you want to help other people, be a manager. If done well, management is among the most noble of professions. You are in a position where you have eight or ten hours every day from every person who works for you. You have the opportunity to frame each person's work so that, at the end of every day, your employe.. | Clayton M. Christensen | ||
| 1c82aa4 | don't just describe an emotion, arouse it, make them experience it, by manipulating the symbol of the emotion, and sometimes we have to come into awareness through the back door. | Tom Wolfe | ||
| 3edd8fc | it is either make this thing permanent inside of you or forever just climb draggled up into the conning tower every time for one short glimpse of the horizon. | Tom Wolfe | ||
| 2149dab | Dear Mother, I meant to write you before this and I hope you haven't been worried.... I have met some Beautiful People and... | Tom Wolfe | ||
| bf082e3 | I'm Legs Sadovsky I'm FOXFIRE I don't fuck around with guys. | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 2ab46f4 | I can entertain the proposition that life is a metaphor for boxing-for one of those bouts that go on and on, round following round, jabs, missed punches, clinches, nothing determined, again the bell and again and you and your opponent so evenly matched it's impossible to see your opponent you ... | Joyce Carol Oates | ||
| 5c36395 | It's hard work being a person, you have to do it every single day. | Carol Shields | ||
| 839c93a | Our friendship is made up of these brief frenzied exchanges, but the quality of our conversation, for all its feverish outpouring, is genuine. | Carol Shields |