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I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.

J. R. R. Tolkien

Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.
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Greatness See Tree Wake Up
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement.
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Death Deserve Judgement Life Live
I am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly. I was chosen for the lucky number.
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Choice Myself
What does your heart tell you?
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Heart Talk Yourself
Come, Mr. Frodo!’ he cried. ‘I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you.
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Carry Fantasy Himself Romantic Yourself
Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.
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For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.
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Beautiful Beyond End Light Thinking
But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.
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Darkness End Hope
End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.
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Death End Journey Path
Never laugh at live dragons.
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Fantasy Laughter Live
And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.
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Himself Kiss Romantic Sky
And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.
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Change Heart Herself Sun Understand
I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to
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Habit Myself Old Present Talk Wisdom
I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.
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Evil Myself Tears
It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.
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Beyond Doubt End See
I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.
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Myself Revenge

I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.

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