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| b00e8ec | It was an irresistible development of modern illustration (so largely photographic) that borders should be abandoned and the "picture" end only with the paper. This method may be suitable for for photographs; but it is altogether inappropriate for the pictures that illustrate or are inspired by fairy-stories. An enchanted forest requires a margin, even an elaborate border. To print it coterminous with the page, like a "shot" of the Rockies .. | enchanted-forest fairy fairy-tales fantasy illustration photographs | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| ddf55f9 | A time may come soon," said he, "when none will return. Then there will be need of valour without renown, for none shall remember the deeds that are done in the last defence of your homes. Yet the deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised." | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| cef0bf1 | We must do without hope. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| fc469b3 | He says that we have learned nearly all that we know from them, and have been made a nobler people; and he says that the Men that have lately come over the Mountains are hardly better than Orcs.' That is true', answered Sador; 'true at least of some of us. But the up-climbing is painful, and from high places it is easy to fall low. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 2749ec4 | Why? Why do the fools fly?' said Denethor. 'Better to burn sooner than late, for burn we must. Go back to your bonfire! And I? I will go now to my pyre. To my pyre! No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. No tomb! No long slow sleep of death embalmed. We will burn like heathen kings before ever a ship sailed hither from the West. The West has failed. Go back and burn! | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 45e552f | The Fellowship of the Ring is like lightning from a clear sky. . . To say that in it heroic romance, gorgeous, eloquent, and unashamed, has suddenly returned at a period almost pathological in its anti-romanticism, is inadequate. . . Here are beauties which pierce like swords or burn like cold iron; here is a book that will break your heart. . . . It is sane and vigilant invention, revealing at point after point the integration of the autho.. | j-r-r-tolkien | C.S. Lewis | |
| 35b9634 | This hobbit was a very well-to-do hobbit, and his name was Baggins. The Bagginses had lived in the neighbourhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and people considered them very respectable, not only because most of them were rich, but also because they never had any adventures or did anything unexpected: you could tell what a Baggins would say on any question without the bother of asking him. This is a story of how a Baggins had an advent.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| ad78408 | In all the days of the Third Age, after the fall of Gil-galad, Master Elrond abode in Imladris, and he gathered there many Elves, and other folk of wisdom and power from among all the kindreds of Middle-earth, and he preserved through many lives of Men the memory of all that had been fair; and the house of Elrond was a refuge for the weary and the oppressed, and a treasury of good counsel and wise lore. In that house were harboured the Heir.. | imladris narsil rivendell | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 07c4ffb | I wonder,' said Frodo. 'It's my doom, I think, to go to that Shadow yonder, so that a way will be found. But will good or evil show it to me? | j-r-r-tolkin lord-of-the-rings two-towers | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| cc1bb44 | Always after a defeat and a respite," says Gandalf, "the shadow takes another shape and grows again." "I wish it need not have happened in my time," says Frodo. "So do I," says Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 35006a2 | Many a man has a treasure in his hoard that he knows not the worth of. (Sellic Spell) | sellic-spell | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| aebe039 | Indeed if fish had fish-lore and Wise-fish, it is probable that the business of anglers would be very little hindered. | futility wisdom | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| e466f87 | Man, Sub-creator, the refracted Light through whom is splintered from a single White to many hues, and endlessly combined in living shapes that move from mind to mind. | fantasy fantasy-fiction worldbuilding | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| f1efd9d | I thought all the trees were whispering to each other, passing news and plots along in an unintelligible language; and the branches swayed and groped without any wind. They do say the trees do actually move, and can surround strangers and hem them. | trees | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 0361b57 | And she answered: 'All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.' | Éowyn fear feminism lord-of-the-rings return-of-the-king | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| edc3eaa | It needs but one foe to breed a war, not two, Master Warden,' answered Eowyn. 'And those who have not swords can still die upon them. | lord-of-the-rings tolkien | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 8fdc169 | At last, Lady Evenstar, fairest in this world, and most beloved, my world is fading. Lo! we have gathered, and we have spent, and now the time of payment draws near. | Tolkien J.R.R | ||
| 75cbe42 | I've always been dissatisfied, I know that. But lately I find that I reek of discontentment. It fills my throat, and it floods my brain. And sometimes I fear there is no longer a dream, but only the discontentment. | David McCullough | ||
| 0c85114 | The man who wishes to keep at the problem long enough to really learn anything positively must not take dangerous risks. Carelessness and overconfidence are usually more dangerous than deliberately accepted risks. | David McCullough | ||
| 5cd1819 | The more Adams thought about the future of his country, the more convinced he became that it rested on education. Before any great things are accomplished, he wrote to a correspondent, a memorable change must be made in the system of education and knowledge must become so general as to raise the lower ranks of society nearer to the higher. The education of a nation instead of being confined to a few schools and universities for the instruct.. | David McCullough | ||
| bb228e5 | People with children and people with their own business always pick up a ringing phone. | Jeffery Deaver | ||
| 24c879d | Yet Dives himself, he too lives like a Czar in an ice palace of frozen sighs, and being a president of a temperance society, he only drinks the tepid tears of orphans. | Herman Melville | ||
| f332535 | Old age is always wakeful; as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death. (moby dick chap 29 p123) | Herman Melville | ||
| bd3752f | Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more? | Herman Melville | ||
| 13ddc84 | Strange as it may seem, there is nothing in which a young and beautiful female appears to more advantage than in the art of smoking. | Herman Melville | ||
| 28a0c17 | for all his tattooings he was on the whole a clean, comely looking cannibal... | Herman Melville | ||
| 9100111 | Were this world an endless plain, and by sailing eastward we could for ever reach new distances, and discover sights more sweet and strange than any Cyclades or Islands of King Solomon, then there were promise in the voyage. But in pursuit of those far mysteries we dream of, or in tormented chase of the demon phantom that, some time or other, swims before all human hearts; while chasing such over this round globe, they either lead us on in .. | Herman Melville | ||
| e809fed | All men live enveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life. | mortality | Herman Melville | |
| 607ca41 | Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness | Herman Melville | ||
| 3adefac | The pulpit is ever this earth's foremost part; all the rest comes in its rear; the pulpit leads the world. From thence it is the storm of God's quick wrath is first descried, and the bow must bear the earliest brunt. From thence it is the God of breezes fair or foul is first invoked for favorable winds. Yes, the world's a ship on its passage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow. | prophecy | Herman Melville | |
| 39666bd | You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by. | mgg mistakes ray-bradbury | Ray Bradbury | |
| 9df1126 | love cushions all your irritations, unnatural instincts, hatreds and immaturities. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| b840639 | Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending. | memory | Ray Bradbury | |
| 4cd1b63 | It fills me with such feelings that I don't know whether to laugh or cry. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| a9e312c | The important thing for you to remember, Montag, is we're the Happiness Boys, the Dixie Duo, you and I and the others. We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought. We have our fingers in the dike. Hold steady. Don't let the torrent of melancholy and drear philosophy drown our world. We depend on you. I don't think you realize how important you are, we are, to our happy world.. | happiness ray-bradbury | Ray Bradbury | |
| d8e1785 | Guess what Jeff found in his cabin for me," Grete says, "another book by the Martian Chronicle guy." "Ray Bradburrow", Jeff says. Bradbury, I think. "Yeah, right, Something Wicked This Way Comes," Grete says, "It's good". She chirps the last bit as if that were all to say about a book. It's good or it's bad, I liked it or I didn't. No discussions of the writing, the themes, the nuances, the structure. Just good or bad - like a hot dog." | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 3380419 | With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers and imaginative creators, the word 'intellectual' of course, became the swear word it deserved to be. You always dread the unfamiliar. Surely you remember the boy in your own school class who was exceptionally 'bright,' did most of the reciting and answering while the others sat like so many leade.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 5a9023a | And sometimes, I tell them, I like to put my head back, like this, and let the rain fall in my mouth. It tastes just like wine. Have you ever tried it? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 6e8dace | We know all the damn silly things we've done for a thousand years, and as long as we know that and always have it around where we can see it, some day we'll stop making the goddam funeral pyres and jumping into the middle of them. We pick up a few more people that remember, every generation. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 6fad12b | You'll be found, your nickels, dimes and Indian-heads fused by electroplating. Abe Lincolns melted into Miss Columbias, eagles plucked raw on the backs of quarters, all run to quicksilver in your jeans. More! Any boy hit by lightning, lift his lid and there on his eyeball, pretty as the Lord's Prayer on a pin, find the last scene the boy ever saw! A box-Brownie photo, by God, of that fire climbing down the sky to blow you like a penny whist.. | indian-heads last photo quicksilver scene | Ray Bradbury | |
| 68bdc0f | MOTHER: Why, just lying there, Jim, you run so fast. I never saw anyone move so much, just sleeping. Promise me, Jim. Wherever you go and come back, bring lots of kids. Let them run wild. Let me spoil them, some day. JIM: I'm never going to own anything that can hurt me. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 457902a | It's the way God runs the world." Tom thought about this for a moment. "He's all right, Doug," said Tom. "He tries." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 2cd3dfd | So the carnival steams by, shakes ANY tree: it rains jackasses. | fools | Ray Bradbury | |
| 60a63ed | Mr. Moundshroud, who are YOU? And Mr. Moundshroud, way up there on the roof, sent his thoughts back: I think you know, boy, I think you know. Will we meet again, Mr. Moundshroud? Many years from now, yes, I'll come for you. And a last thought from Tom: O Mr. Moundshroud, will we EVER stop being afraid of nights and death? And the thought returned: When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death h.. | Ray Bradbury |