And there was Frodo, pale and worn, and yet himself again; and in his eyes there was peace now, neither strain of will, nor madness, nor any fear. His burden was taken away. J. R. R. Tolkien More Quotes by J. R. R. Tolkien More Quotes From J. R. R. Tolkien Often does hatred hurt itself. J. R. R. Tolkien hatred hurt doe Eomer said, 'How is a man to judge what to do in such times?' As he has ever judged,' said Aragorn. 'Good and evil have not changed since yesteryear, nor are they one thing among Elves and another among Men. It is a man's part to discern them, as much in the Golden Wood as in his own house. J. R. R. Tolkien judging evil men If you find that not many of the things you asked for have come, and not perhaps quite so many as sometimes, remember that this Christmas all over the world there are a terrible number of poor and starving people. J. R. R. Tolkien numbers people world He may become like a glass filled with a clear light for eyes to see that can. J. R. R. Tolkien glasses light eye Truly songs and tales fall utterly short of the reality, O Smaug the Chiefest and greatest of Calamities. J. R. R. Tolkien song reality fall His rage passes description - the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted. J. R. R. Tolkien rich rage long For myself, I find I become less cynical rather than more--remembering my own sins and follies; and realize that men's hearts are not often as bad as their acts, and very seldom as bad as their words. J. R. R. Tolkien cynical heart men Rover did not know in the least where the moon's path led to, and at present he was much too frightened and excited to ask, and anyway he was beginning to get used to extraordinary things happening to him. J. R. R. Tolkien excited moon path My name is growing all the time, and I’ve lived a very long, long time; so my name is like a story. Real names tell you the story of the things they belong to in my language, in the Old Entish as you might say. It is a lovely language, but it takes a very long time to say anything in it, because we do not say anything in it, unless it is worth taking a long time to say, and to listen to. J. R. R. Tolkien real names long A safe fairyland is untrue to all worlds. J. R. R. Tolkien untrue safe world Criticism - however valid or intellectually engaging - tends to get in the way of a writer who has anything personal to say. A tightrope walker may require practice, but if he starts a theory of equilibrium he will lose grace (and probably fall off). J. R. R. Tolkien grace practice fall 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. J. R. R. Tolkien half two years Speak politely to an enraged dragon. J. R. R. Tolkien dragons speak grows like a seed in the dark out of the leaf-mould of the mind: out of all that has been seen or thought or read, that has long ago been forgotten, descending into the deeps. J. R. R. Tolkien long-ago dark writing To think I should have lived to be goodmorninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door! J. R. R. Tolkien morning son thinking Never laugh at live dragons. J. R. R. Tolkien dragons wisdom life Love not too well the work of thy hands and the devices of thy heart; and remember that the true hope of the Noldor lieth in the West, and cometh from the Sea. J. R. R. Tolkien sea heart hands You must understand, young Hobbit, it takes a long time to say anything in Old Entish. And we never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say. J. R. R. Tolkien towers say-anything long Eastward the dawn rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight into guess; it was no more than a glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them, out of the memory and old tales, of the high and distant mountains. J. R. R. Tolkien climbing morning memories Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable? J. R. R. Tolkien juicy nice
