We are plain quiet folk and I have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!
We are plain qiuet folk and I have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner! (Bilbo Beutlin in: The Hobbit)
Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don’t we consider it his duty to escape?…If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we’re partisans of liberty, then it’s our plain duty to escape, and to...
My mind does not change with the rising and setting of a few suns
Muchos de los que viven merecen morir y algunos de los que mueren merecen la vida. ¿Puedes devolver la vida? Entonces no te apresures a dispensar la muerte, pues ni el más sabio conoce el fin de todos los caminos.
This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.
What do you fear, lady?" (Aragorn) asked. "A cage," (Éowyn) said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire." — J.R.R. Tolkien (The Two Towers)
I must indeed abide the Doom of Men whether I will or nill: the loss and the silence. But I say to you, King of the Numenoreans, not till now have I understood the tale of your people and their fall. As wicked fools I scorned them, but I pity them at...
Give with a free hand, but give only of your own.
I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.
And no one was ill, and everyone was pleased, except those who had to mow the grass.
I am a Christian…so that I do not expect ‘history’ to be anything but a ‘long defeat’ — though it contains (and in a legend may contain more clearly and movingly) some samples or glimpses of final victory.
Literature shrivels in a universal language, and an uprooted language rots before it dies. And it should be possible to lift the eyes above the cant of the ‘language of Shakespeare’... sufficiently to realise the magnitude of the loss to humanity...
Pan Bilbo ho naučil i číst a psát — nic zlýho tím ovšem nemyslel a doufám, že z toho nic zlýho nevzejde
He was fingering his great horn.
The ‘Elves’ are ‘immortal’, at least as far as this world goes: and hence are concerned rather with the griefs and burdens of deathlessness in time and change, than with death.
Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar. Eyes that fire and sword have seen And horror in the halls of stone Look at last on meadows green And trees and hills they long have known.
For you do not yet know the strength of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet upon the road.
In the deep places he gives thought to music great and terrible; and the echo of that music runs through all the veins of the world in sorrow and in joy; for if joyful is the fountain that rises in the sun, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfa...
And all the host laughed and wept, and in the midst of their merriment and tears the clear voice of the minstrel rose like silver and gold, and all men were hushed. And he sang to them, now in the Elven-tongue, now in the speech of the West, until th...
To crooked eyes truth may wear a wry face
