J. R. R. Tolkien Quotes

All that shakes falles not.

Don't you *ever* let go?" "I haven't yet." "Why?" "I suppose... because in this world, after everyone panics, there's always got to be someone to tip the wee out of the shoe.

We should strive to go on in fortune and misfortune like a clock during a thunderstorm.

I really should have fell but I stood

Patience and submission are very carefully to be distinguished from cowardice and indolence. We are not to repine, but we may lawfully struggle; for the calamities of life, like the necessities of Nature, are calls to labor and diligence.

... "You may not see the ocean, but right now we are in the middle of the ocean, and we have to keep swimming.

The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there... and still on your feet.

I don't give up. I'm a plodder. People come and go, but I stay the course.

Stay the course.

To sustain your belief through situations that completely undermine it is quite something.

To make our way, we must have firm resolve, persistence, tenacity. We must gear ourselves to work hard all the way. We can never let up.

We must see our present fight right through to the very end.

The only plan was to persevere.

We are graduates of the school of patience.

Sometimes it's easy to go where the wind blows, but those that stand firmly planted are forces to be reckoned with.

I'm a Weeble. Remember Weebles? The toy whose tagline was, 'Weebles wobble but they don't fall down?' I'm resilient. Oh, and I work really hard.

If you're able to build something on a strong foundation, you're not going to be easily swayed.

It's hard to remain patient when it seems so debilitating to do so. The balance comes with staying ambitious while being patient.

Maybe I don't have the patience to make a virtue of necessity - the patience to carry something all the way through, and to actually say something. Lately, the songs are more jagged and they don't really lend themselves to that. I just take it one bit at a time.

. . . Wait, my child, wait and work on. Patience, patience. . . . .

However often the thread may be torn out of your hands, you must develop enough patience to wind it up again and again.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last.

Stand firm and immovable as an anvil when it is beaten upon.

There are an infinity of angles at which one falls, only one at which one stands.

No I don't ever give up. I would have to be dead or completely incapacitated