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| ed366f9 | Elrond raised his eyes and looked at him, and Frodo felt his heart pierced by the sudden keenness of the glance. 'If I understand aright all that I have heard,' he said, 'I think that this task is appointed for you, Frodo; and that if you do not find a way, no one will. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| b1137dd | He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home - for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler. | tolkien funny miserabler | J. R. R. Tolkien | |
| 7cbbf14 | For suddenly above him far and faint his song was taken up, and a voice answering called to him. Maedhros it was that sang amid his torment. But Fingon climbed to the foot of the precipice where his kinsman hung; and then he could go no farther, and he wept when he saw the cruel device of Morgoth. Maedhros therefore, being in anguish without hope, begged Fingon to shoot him with his bow; and Fingon strung an arrow, and bent his bow. And see.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| f214f4b | When I say "narrative", I do not mean simply the plot, I mean considerably more. Plots and their shapes--the bare outlines of stories--were something I know J.R.R. Tolkien himself was interested in. When I was an undergraduate, I went to a course of lectures he gave on the subject--at least, I think that was the subject, because Tolkien was all but inaudible. He evidently hated lecturing, and I suspect he also hated giving his thoughts away.. | tolkien | Diana Wynne Jones | |
| 40828c3 | Grief is a hone to a hard mind. | tolkien mind hone middle-earth mind-power overcoming power | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 12a10ff | Then sudden Felagund there swaying Sang in answer a song of staying, Resisting, battling against power, Of secrets kept, strength like a tower, And trust unbroken, freedom, escape; Of changing and of shifting shape, Of snares eluded, broken traps, The prison opening, the chain that snaps. | magic freedom power | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 7de1994 | Gandalf looked at him. My dear Bilbo! he said. Something is the matter with you! You are not the hobbit that you were. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| d41056d | the fragrance that came to each was like a memory of dewy mornings of unshadowed sun in some land of which the fair world in Spring is itself but a fleeting memory. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 23bead4 | Hay en ti muchas virtudes que tu mismo ignoras, hijo del bondadoso Oeste. Algo de coraje y algo de sabiduria, mezclados con mesura. Si muchos de nosotros dieran mas valor a la comida, la alegria y las canciones que al oro atesorado, este seria un Mundo mas feliz. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 4c00eba | T]here were two musics progressing at one time before the seat of Iluvatar, and they were utterly at variance. The one was deep and wide and beautiful, but slow and blended with an immeasurable sorrow, from which its beauty chiefly came. The other had now achieved a unity of its own; but it was loud, and vain, and endlessly repeated; and it had little harmony, but rather a clamorous unison as of many trumpets braying upon a few notes. And i.. | life wisdom | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 0f44225 | Sam was the only member of the party who had not been over the river before. He had a strange feeling as the slow gurgling stream slipped by: his old life lay behind in the mists, dark adventure lay in front. | future past stream feeling river | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| f548e9a | Gandalf!' cried Frodo, sitting up. There was the old wizard, sitting in a chair by an open window. 'Yes,' he said, 'I am here. And you are lucky to be here, too, after all the absurd things you have done since you left home." He was smiling, and there seemed to be little wrong with him. But to the wizard's eye there was a faint change, just a hint as it were of transparency, about him, and especially about the left hand that lay outside upo.. | gandalf frodo-baggins the-lord-of-the-rings j-r-r-tolkien | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 7a5b48d | Sam, clinging to Frodo's arm, collapsed on a step in the black darkness. 'Poor old Bill!' he said in a choking voice. 'Poor old Bill! Wolves and snakes! But the snakes were too much for him. I had to choose, Mr. Frodo. I had to come with you. | fellowship-of-the-ring samwise-gamgee the-lord-of-the-rings | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 44d26cf | Faith then they vowed Fast, unyielding, There each to each In oaths binding. Bliss there was born When Brynhild woke; Yet fate is strong To find its end. | the-legend-of-sigurd | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 60285fa | Don't put a lump of rock under my elbow again! | tolkien two-towers rock | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| e00b8c2 | What a pity Bilbo did not stab the vile creature, when he had a chance! Pity? It was Pity that stayed his hand. Pity, and Mercy: not to strike without need. I do not feel any pity for Gollum. He deserves death. Deserves death! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some die that deserve life. Can you give that to them? Then be not too eager to deal out death in the name of justice, fearing for your own safety. Even the wise .. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 64b4e01 | And Aragorn the King Elessar wedded Arwen Undomiel in the City of the Kings upon the day of Midsummer, and the tale of their long waiting and labours was come to fulfillment. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 9f8acae | But this is terrible!" cried Frodo. "Far worse than the worst that I imagined from your hints and warnings. O Gandalf, best of friends, what am I to do? For now I am really afraid. What am I to do? What a pity that Bilbo did not stab that vile creature, when he had a chance!" "Pity? It was Pity that stayed his hand. Pity, and Mercy: not to strike without need. And he has been well rewarded, Frodo. Be sure that he took so little hurt from th.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 1b88fad | Don't be a fool Mr. Baggins if you can help it. | the-hobbit gandalf j-r-r-tolkien | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 6c17360 | Children are meant to grow up, and not to become Peter Pans. Not to lose innocence and wonder, but to proceed on the appointed journey: that journey upon which it is certainly not better to travel hopefully than to arrive, though we must travel hopefully if we are to arrive. | hope growing-up innocence journey | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| ec0ab02 | I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me! | the-hobbit j-r-r-tolkien | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 7b71a01 | As the story grew, it put down roots into the past and threw out unexpected branches . | writing curiosity | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 63d3bc0 | El camino sigue y sigue desde la puerta. El camino ha ido muy lejos, y que otros lo sigan si pueden. Que ellos emprendan un nuevo viaje, pero yo al fin con pies fatigados me volvere a la taberna iluminada, al encuentro del sueno y el reposo. | canción el-camino señor-de-los-anillos vida muerte poesía | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 77f71fa | We don't want any adventures here! You might try over the Hill or Across the Water. | J.R.R Tolkien | ||
| 61e87e2 | Mediocrity is the best camouflage known to man. | Bryce Courtenay | ||
| 02cf4c7 | early medieval Ireland sounds like a somewhat crazed Wisconsin, in which every dairy farm is an armed camp at perpetual war with its neighbors, and every farmer claims he is a king. | ireland | David Willis McCullough | |
| 48d6c55 | But then someday the truth would come out. It always did. Repress what you will, someday the truth comes out. | Jeffery Deaver | ||
| 0b9508f | The Nantucketer, he alone resides and riots on the sea; he alone, in Bible language, goes down to it in ships; to and fro ploughing it as his own special plantation. There is his home; there lies his business, which a Noah's flood would not interrupt, though it overwhelmed all the millions in China. He lives on the sea, as prairie cocks in the prairie; he hides among the waves, he climbs them as chamois hunters climb the Alps. For years he .. | Herman Melville | ||
| 00b2810 | Seldom have I known any profound being that had anything to say to this world, unless forced to stammer out something by way of getting a living. Oh! happy that the world is such an excellent listener! | Herman Melville | ||
| 4bae9b4 | Is he mad? Anyway there's something on his mind, as sure as there must be something on a deck when it cracks. | mental intellect | Herman Melville | |
| ab50ad4 | A good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scarce a good thing--mores the pity. | Herman Melville | ||
| 4f57f9d | But were the coming narrative to reveal in any instance, the complete abasement of poor Starbuck's fortitude, scarce might I have the heart to write it; for it is a thing most sorrowful, nay shocking, to expose the fall of valour in the soul. Men may seem detestable as joint stock-companies and nations; knaves, fools, and murderers there may be; men may have mean and meagre faces; but man, in the ideal, is so noble and so sparkling, such a .. | Herman Melville | ||
| bff95ba | At length I fell asleep, with the volume in my hand; and never slept so sound before | Herman Melville | ||
| 19386b4 | I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where'er I sail. The envious billows sidelong swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass. | Herman Melville | ||
| b46b9bd | But vain to popularize profundities, and all truth is profound. | truth profundity moby-dick ishmael society | Herman Melville | |
| 878003c | I say, I can not identify that thing which is called happiness, that thing whose token is a laugh, or a smile, or a silent serenity on the lip. I may have been happy, but it is not in my conscious memory now. Nor do I feel a longing for it, as though I had never had it; my spirit seeks different food from happiness, for I think I have a suspicion of what it is. I have suffered wretchedness, but not because of the absence of happiness, and w.. | Herman Melville | ||
| 5e56ed3 | Speak, thou vast and venerable head," muttered Ahab, "which, though ungarnished with a beard, yet here and there lookest hoary with mosses; speak, mighty head, and tell us the secret thing that is in thee. Of all divers, thou hast dived the deepest. That head upon which the upper sun now gleams, has moved amid this world's foundations. Where unrecorded names and navies rust, and untold hopes and anchors rot; where in her murderous hold this.. | the-sphinx | Herman Melville | |
| 2e00a6d | But thus it often is, that the constant friction of illiberal minds wears out at last the best resolves of the more generous. | Herman Melville | ||
| 47ba760 | You knew the sweetness of now, now, TONIGHT! who cares for tomorrow, tomorrow is nothing, yesterday is over and done, tonight live, tonight! | live yesterday now tonight tomorrow | Ray Bradbury | |
| 7596adf | If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 4a36e8a | He felt his body divide itself into a hotness and a coldness, a softness and a hardness, a trembling and a hot trembling, the two halves grinding one upon the other | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 5fdb841 | I feel like I've been saving up a lot of things, and I don't know what. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 8cddfaf | How inconvenient! Always before it had been like snuffing a candle. The police went first and adhesive-taped the victim's mouth and bandaged him off into their glittering beetle cars, so when you arrived you found an empty house. You weren't hurting anyone, you were hurting only things! And since things really couldn't be hurt, since things felt nothing, and things don't scream or whimper, as this woman might begin to scream and cry out, th.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 5b47227 | We are all bits and pieces of history and literature and international law, Byron, Tom Paine, Machiavelli or Christ, it's here. And the hour's late. And the war's begun. And we are out here, and the city is there, all wrapped up in its own coat of a thousand colors. | Ray Bradbury |