The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it’s no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won’t come.
J. R. R. TOLKIENThe whole thing is quite hopeless, so it’s no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won’t come.
J. R. R. TOLKIENDo you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?
J. R. R. TOLKIENAll that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not wrecked by the frost.
J. R. R. TOLKIENFaithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
J. R. R. TOLKIENNot all those who wander are lost.
J. R. R. TOLKIENIn a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
J. R. R. TOLKIENI am the friend of bears and the guest of eagles. I am Ringwinner and Luckwearer; and I am Barrel-rider.
J. R. R. TOLKIENI 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.
J. R. R. TOLKIENA safe fairyland is untrue to all worlds.
J. R. R. TOLKIENThe world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.
J. R. R. TOLKIENOft hope is born when all is forlorn.
J. R. R. TOLKIENI 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.
J. R. R. TOLKIENFor 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.
J. R. R. TOLKIENAll’s well that ends better.
J. R. R. TOLKIENThere 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.
J. R. R. TOLKIENI feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.
J. R. R. TOLKIEN