J. R. R. Tolkien Quotes

Every season is a season of its own.

If all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wildflowers.

I had wondered for a long time why God had preferences and why all souls did not receive an equal amount of grace [...] Jesus saw fit to enlighten me about this mystery. He set the book of nature before me and I saw that all the flowers He has created are lovely. The splendor of the rose and whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. I realized that if every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness and there would be no wild flowers to make the meadows gay.

If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

No two of our stores are the same.

It's human nature that we come in our own flavours, and it doesn't make any sense to write a monochromatic or monocultural story unless you're doing something extremely small - a locked room-style story.

With the coming of spring, I am calm again.

Perfect is very boring, and if you happen to have a different look, that's a celebration of human nature, I think. If we were all symmetrical and perfect, life would be very dull.

The gifts of nature are infinite in their variety, and mind differs from mind almost as much as body from body.

When you have seen one ant, one bird, one tree, you have not seen them all.

Different is not wrong.

The world is wide. No two days are alike, nor even two hours, neither were there ever two leaves of a tree alike since the creation of all the world; and the genuine productions of art, like those of nature, are all distinct from each other.

If I wanted to do the same thing every day, I would have gone into a different profession.

Everybody marches to a different drummer.

Come with me into the woods where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.

Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery

Everyone's condition is different, and the way that each person lives his or her life is different.

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!

The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

Whatever is natural admits of variety.

The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.

Every day is different, there's no day that's the same.

No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar.

To every one [Nature] appears in a form of his own. She hides herself in a thousand names and terms, and is always the same.

Different isn't bad, it's just different.