J. R. R. Tolkien Quotes

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

I can wait for you longer. Because you have arrived.

She waited for you in a thousand different ways.

perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch.

No matter how far you are. No matter how long it takes him. Through Distance And Time I'll be waiting.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

On one hand, it seems like I've waited a long time for this.

I've already had to wait so long." "How long?" Luce asked. "Not so long that I've forgotten that you're worth everything. Every sacrifice. Every pain.

If you let go of me now,” I whispered, stretching against him, “it could be another six hundred years before you find me again. Are you willing to take that risk?

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

There was nothing new in sitting on this dock, on this or that wooden bench, watching for his boat to come. In some ways, she was always waiting for him.

Before you, I believed love was making love. Waiting only makes me love you more.

I'd like to shower and change clothes," she said. "Would you mind waiting for me a half hour?" The question seemed to amuse him. "Not at all," he said with exaggerated formality. "Please take all the time you need." Michael watched her walk away. Did he mind waiting a half hour for her? Not at all. He'd been waiting years for her.

Boyhood is the longest time in life for a boy. The last term of the school-year is made of decades, not of weeks, and living through them is like waiting for the millennium.

Being away from her is torturous and I'd much prefer to be with her. So I just try to get out of here as soon as I can. I make sure I do my job real well and fast.

I waited with a beeper for a year and 10 months to get that gift.

I wrap my heart in yours, placing divulged faith in the whole of your being, wistfully awaiting the trumpet you return.

Just as my search for my mother had in some ways shaped my life, her faith that I was alive had shaped hers. She couldn't search, but she did the next best thing: She stayed still.

Gone for a while Hoping, always, to return If you will let me

She was no stranger to waiting, after all. Her man had always made her wait.

Waiting is a dry desert between where we are and where we want to be. (Finding My Way Home)

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn’t want to cause any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn’t here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.