No Victory Without Suffering
J. R. R. TOLKIEN
No Victory Without Suffering
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No Victory Without Suffering
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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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Do 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?
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Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
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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 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.
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I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.
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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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Advice is a dangerous gift, even from the wise to the wise, and all courses may run ill.
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It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.
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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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The wise speak only of what they know
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There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.
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I am the friend of bears and the guest of eagles. I am Ringwinner and Luckwearer; and I am Barrel-rider.
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A man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a short cut to meet it.
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Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
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