I come from under the hill, and under the hills and over the hills my paths led. And through the air, I am he that walks unseen.
J. R. R. TOLKIENA safe fairyland is untrue to all worlds.
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In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.
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I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
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It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.
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He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.
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I am he that buries his friends alive and drowns them and draws them alive again from the water. I came from the end of a bag, but no bag went over me.
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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.
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Yes, I am here. And you are lucky to be here too after all the absurd things you’ve done since you left home.
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I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.
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There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
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A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.
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In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
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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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The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.
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It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.
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And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.
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