J. R. R. Tolkien Quotes

The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.

As in an icicle the agnostic abides alone. The vital principle is taken out of all endeavor for improving himself or bettering hisfellows. All hope in the grand possibilities of life are blasted.

Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.

Fruitless striving breeds less despair than inaction.

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest--that I love the best-- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I'm not yet desperate enough to do anything about the conditions that are making me desperate.

This self now as I leant over the gate looking down over fields rolling in waves of colour beneath me made no answer. He threw up no opposition. He attempted no phrase. His fist did not form. I waited. I listened. Nothing came, nothing. I cried then with a sudden conviction of complete desertion. Now there is nothing. No fin breaks the waste of this immeasurable sea. Life has destroyed me. No echo comes when I speak, no varied words. This is more truly death than the death of friends, than the death of youth.

Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play!

Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.

Any system which says, This is a rotten world, wait for the next, give up, do nothing, succumb--that may be the basic Lie and if we participate in believing it and acting (or rather not acting) on it we involve ourselves in the Lie and suffer dreadfully... which only reinforces that particular Lie.

With knowledge there is no hope,... without hope I would sit motionless, rusting like unused armor.

Always the same. Now a spark of hope flashes up, then a sea of despair rages, and always pain; always pain, always despair, and always the same.

No matter how the sun shone, the sea held forth no more promises.

Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle.

Even so We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze, As down we sink to darkness and despair.

Broke with nothing to live for and damn ready to die young. I'm the shadow behind the gun, look what I've become.

Seas wept from our deep sorrows.

He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.

I thought you were gone forever, I thought you’d walked away from everything, because I failed, because I destroyed the only thing that ever mattered to me. I waited for you to come, but you didn’t.

I often think of death. True. Suicide is a reasonable option. True. My sins are unpardonable. I stare at the question. My sins are unpardonable. I stare at the question. My sins are unpardonable. I leave it blank.

Inaction will cause a man to sink into the slough of despond and vanish without a trace.

Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.

It's kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.

It may all end tomorrow, or it could go on forever (in which case I'm doomed).