It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious. J. R. R. Tolkien More Quotes by J. R. R. Tolkien More Quotes From J. R. R. Tolkien Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are all alight. Then world behind and home ahead, We'll wander back and home to bed. Mist and twilight, cloud and shade, Away shall fade! Away shall fade! J. R. R. Tolkien stars twilight home Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate And though I oft have passed them by A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon, East of the Sun. J. R. R. Tolkien running inspiring life Fear nothing! Have peace until the morning! Heed no nightly noises! J. R. R. Tolkien fear-nothing noise morning What do you fear, lady?" [Aragorn] asked. "A cage," [Éowyn] said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire. J. R. R. Tolkien age fear desire Oft hope is born when all is forlorn. J. R. R. Tolkien hope inspirational life In this Music [the singing of the angels in harmony] the World was begun; for Iluvatar made visible the song of the Ainur,and they beheld it as a light in the darkness. J. R. R. Tolkien angel light song There was a deep silence, only scraped on its surfaces by the faint quiver of empty seed-plumes, and broken grass-blades trembling in small air-movements they could not feel. 'Not a bird!' said Sam mournfully. 'No, no birds,' said Gollum. 'Nice birds!' He licked his teeth. 'No birds here. There are snakeses, wormses, things in the pools. Lots of things, lots of nasty things. No birds,' he ended sadly. Sam looked at him with distaste. J. R. R. Tolkien nice broken air It was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort J. R. R. Tolkien holes comfort mean I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil. J. R. R. Tolkien sad grief evil Leave him! I said. I never mean to. I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon; and if any of these Black Riders try to stop him, they'll have Sam Gamgee to reckon with, I said. They laughed. J. R. R. Tolkien black moon mean Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To seek our pale enchanted gold. The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells, In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells. The pines were roaring on the heights, The wind was moaning in the night, The fire was red, it flaming spread, The trees like torches blazed with light. J. R. R. Tolkien dark sleep night Do we walk in legends or on the green earth in the daylight?' A man may do both,' said Aragorn. 'For not we but those who come after will make the legends of our time. The green earth, say you? That is a mighty matter of legend, though you tread it under the light of day! J. R. R. Tolkien light earth men But I have been too deeply hurt, Sam. I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them. J. R. R. Tolkien often-is hurt giving Good Morning!” said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. “What do you mean?” he said. “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? J. R. R. Tolkien eyebrows morning mean 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? J. R. R. Tolkien good-morning feel-good mean Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces! J. R. R. Tolkien stars farewell blessing We meet again, at the turn of the tide. A great storm is coming, but the tide has turned. J. R. R. Tolkien turns tides storm Such is of the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere. J. R. R. Tolkien small-hands eye moving True education is a kind of never ending story — a matter of continual beginnings, of habitual fresh starts, of persistent newness. J. R. R. Tolkien fresh-start matter stories Elrond's house was perfect, whether you liked food or sleep or story-telling or singing (or reading), or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness. ... Evil things did not come into the secret valley of Rivendell. J. R. R. Tolkien reading fear sleep
