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| c0465d4 | You call a tree a tree, he said, and you think nothing more of the word. But it was not a 'tree' until someone gave it that name. You call a star a star, and say it is just a ball of matter moving on a mathematical course. But that is merely how you see it. By so naming things and describing them you are only inventing your own terms about them. And just as speech is invention about objects and ideas, so myth is invention about truth. We ha.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| a4ef193 | Now at this last we must take a hard road, a road unforeseen. There lies our hope, if hope it be. To walk into peril - to Mordor. We must send the Ring to the Fire. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| c4f012b | There are many things in the deep waters; and seas and lands may change. And it is not our part here to take thought only for a season, or for a few lives of Men, or for a passing age of the world. We should seek a final end of this menace, even if we do not hope to make one. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| acb2b8e | The rule of no realm is mine, neither of Gondor nor any other, great or small. But all worthy things that are in peril as the world now stands, those are my care. And for my part, I shall not wholly fail of my task, though Gondor should perish, if anything passes through this night that can still grow fair or bear fruit and flower again in days to come. For I also am a steward. Did you not know? | heroes protecting steward stewardship | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 4c0dd93 | Don't dip your beard in the foam, Father!" They cried to Thorin. "It is long enough without watering it!" | J. R. R. Tolkien | ||
| 0214bf2 | Frodo drew himself up, and again Sam was startled by his words and his stern voice. 'On the Precious? How dare you?' he said. 'Think! Would you commit your promise to that, Smeagol? It will hold you. But it is more treacherous than you are. It may twist your words. Beware! | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 340050b | I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| befc00e | Arise now, arise, Riders of Theoden! Dire deeds awake, dark is it eastward. Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded! Forth Eorlingas! | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 227a90b | You are a set of deceitful scoundrels! But bless you! I give in. I will take Gildor's advice. If the danger were not so dark, I should dance for joy. Even so, I cannot help feeling happy; happier than I have felt for a long time. | lord-of-the-rings middle-earth tolkien | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| d8cd42f | Who are you, Master?' he asked. 'Eh, what?' said Tom sitting up, and his eyes glinting in the gloom. 'Don't you know my name yet? That's the only answer. Tell me, who are you, alone, yourself and nameless? | J. R. R. Tolkien | ||
| e177eed | Adventures only make you late for dinner. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| a334cc5 | Maedhros laughed saying: 'A king is he that can hold his own or else his title is vain. Thingol does but grant us lands where his power does not run. Indeed Doriath alone would be his realm this day but for the coming of the Noldor. Therefore in Doriath let him reign and be glad that he has the sons of Finwe for his neighbours not the Orcs of Morgoth that we found. | kingship maedhros orcs realm-of-possibility thingol | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 4a97aa8 | what is a german? to say a man is a german, what is that? does it tell you if he is a good man? or a bad man? no, my friend, it tells you nothing about a man to say he is german. a man must think what he is inside. what he is on the outside, how can this matter? | Bryce Courtenay | ||
| a8f5532 | It's becoming apparent that I like bad boys. That's one of my problems. They've all been bad boys. You're one too. You're a bad boy. But, I think you're a good bad boy. | Jeffery Deaver | ||
| 7682832 | That immaculate manliness we feel within ourselves, so far within us, that it remains intact though all the outer character seem gone; bleeds with keenest anguish at the undraped spectacle of a valor-ruined man. | Herman Melville | ||
| aed44b0 | Doesn't the devil live forever; who ever heard that the devil was dead? Did you ever see any person wearing mourning for the devil? | Herman Melville | ||
| 854e808 | Let me make a clean breast of it here, and frankly admit that I kept but sorry guard. With the problem of the universe revolving in me, how could I- being left completely to myself at such a thought-engendering altitude- how could I but lightly hold my obligations to observe all whaleships' standing orders, "Keep your weather eye open, and sing out every time." And let me in this place movingly admonish you, ye ship-owners of Nantucket! B.. | Herman Melville | ||
| 2e0c4cc | Signs and wonders, eh? Pity if there is nothing wonderful in signs, and significant in wonders! There's a clue somewhere; wait a bit; hist--hark! By Jove, I have it! Look, you Doubloon, your zodiac here is the life of man in one round chapter; and now I'll read it off, straight out of the book. Come, Almanack! To begin: there's Aries, or the Ram--lecherous dog, he begets us; then, Taurus, or the Bull--he bumps us the first thing; then Gemin.. | Herman Melville | ||
| c3cfc2c | Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever i find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet... I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. | ocean sea | Herman Melville | |
| 29aa896 | for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. | Herman Melville | ||
| 13b5267 | How it is I know not; but there is no place like a bed for confidential disclosures between friends. Man and wife, they say, there open the very bottom of their souls to each other; and some old couples often lie and chat over old times till nearly morning. Thus, then, in our hearts' honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg - a cosy, loving pair. | Herman Melville | ||
| 05292e2 | hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling... | Herman Melville | ||
| 4e2959d | Remember: Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. Plot is observed after the fact rather than before. It cannot precede action. It is the chart that remains when an action is through. That is all Plot ever should be. It is human desire let | plotting writing | Ray Bradbury | |
| c6dbd1b | You don't have to burn books, do you, if the world starts to fill up with nonreaders, nonlearners, non-knowers? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 1348658 | INTERVIEWER You're self-educated, aren't you? BRADBURY | reading self-education | Ray Bradbury | |
| 86769ce | The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Time--the big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tiny grains of hours and minutes--and the clock pulverized them, slid Time silently out in all directions in a fine pollen, carried by cold winds to blanket the town like dust, everywhere. Spores from that clock lodged in your flesh to wrinkle it, to grow bones to monstrous size, to burst feet fr.. | time | Ray Bradbury | |
| f9b9f00 | If you had your way you'd pass a law to abolish all the little jobs, the little things. But then you'd leave yourselves nothing to do between the big jobs and you'd have a devil of a time thinking up things to do so you wouldn't go crazy. Instead of that, why not let nature show you a few things? Cutting grass and pulling weeds can be a way of life, son. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 7521986 | That's sad," said Montag, quietly,(referring to The Hound) "because all we put into it is hunting and finding and killing. What a shame if that's all it can ever know." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 5b930a5 | They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| adce0fa | She wanted to get at the hate of them all, to pry at it and work at it until she found a little chink, and then pull out a pebble or a stone or a brick and then a part of the wall, and, once started, the whole edifice might roar down and be done away with. | hatred racism | Ray Bradbury | |
| 6907455 | and sleeping put an end to summer, 1928, | dreams promise young | Ray Bradbury | |
| 054bc8a | Poverty made a sound like a wet cough in the shadows of the room. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| a560e49 | Savory...that's a swell word. And Basil and Betel. Capsicum. Curry. All great. But Relish, now, Relish with a capital R. No argument, that' the best. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 4411cc3 | Forget them. Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 32f5560 | You keep listening to those who seem to reject you. But they never speak about you. They speak about their own limitations. They confess their poverty in the face of your needs and desires. They simply ask for your compassion. They do not say that you are bad, ugly, or despicable. They say only that you are asking for something they cannot give and that they need to get some distance from you to survive emotionally. The sadness is that you .. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| d12705b | The farther I run away from the place where God dwells, the less I am able to hear the voice that calls me the Beloved, and the less I hear that voice, the more entangled I become in the manipulations and power games of the world. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| 6e64343 | Intimacy between people requires closeness as well as distance. It is like dancing. Sometimes we are very close, touching each other or holding each other; sometimes we move away from each other and let the space between us become an area where we can freely move. To keep the right balance between closeness and distance requires hard work, especially since the needs of the partners may be quite different at a given moment. One might desire .. | intimacy relationships solitude vulnerability | Henri J.M. Nouwen | |
| 606b413 | In the past I always thought of gratitude as a spontaneous response to the awareness of gifts received, but now I realize that gratitude can also be lived as a discipline. The discipline of gratitude is the explicit effort to acknowledge that all I am and have is given to me as a gift of love, a gift to be celebrated with joy. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| 442c76e | The beginning and the end of all Christian leadership is to give your life for others. | Henri J.M. Nouwen | ||
| 1b03bfe | It appeared clear to me - partly because of the lies that filled my history textbooks - that the intent of formal education was to inculcate obedience to a social order that did not deserve my loyalty. Defiance seemed the only dignified response to the adult world. | edcuation history inculcating lies loyalty obediance social-order textbooks | Timothy B. Tyson | |
| 3cea31e | Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream. And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space. Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre o.. | Kahlil Gibran | ||
| 05fa885 | In the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair." | her leaves season seasons snow summer winter | Kahlil Gibran | |
| c6deadd | If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song. And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky. | Kahlil Gibran | ||
| 5a8e75d | The secret of getting ahead is getting started. The secret of getting started is breaking your complex overwhelming tasks into small, manageable tasks, and then starting on the first one. --Mark Twain | David Allen |