J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien CBE, FRSL, known by his pen name J. R. R. Tolkien, was an English writer, poet, philologist, and university professor who is best known as the author of the classic high-fantasy works The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, and The Silmarillion...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth3 January 1892
life book beer
'I wish life was not so short,' he thought. 'Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.'
wall hands dwelling
So, though there was still some store of weapons in the Shire, these were used mostly as trophies, hanging above hearths or on walls, or gathered into the museum at Michel Delving. The Mathom-house it was called; for anything that Hobbits had no immediate use for, but were unwilling to throw away, they called a mathom. Their dwellings were apt to become rather crowded with mathoms, and many of the presents that passed from hand to hand were of that sort.
want way
Where will wants not, a way opens.
waiting battle want
I don't want to be in a battle. But waiting on the edge of one I can't escape is even worse.
wind somewhere-else lost
If you don't know where you're going, you'll wind up somewhere else. Not all those who wander are lost.
darkness dawn
The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn.
mean late
We are never late. We arrive precisely when we mean to.
lifetime figures cult
To be a cult figure in one's own lifetime is most unpleasant.
grateful eye imagination
I have never had much confidence in my own work, and even now when I am assured (still much to my grateful surprise) that it has value for other people, I feel diffident, reluctant as it were to expose my world of imagination to possibly contemptuous eyes and ears.
roots tree mountain
What has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees Up, up it goes, And yet never grows? A mountain.
strong long hatred
Much of the same sort of degraded and filthy talk can still be heard among the orc-minded; dreary and repetitive with hatred and contempt, too long removed from good to retain even verbal vigour, save in the ears of those to whom only the squalid sounds strong.
dark flames fire
You cannot pass," he said. The orcs stood still, and a dead silence fell. "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass.
fire mind wheels
And the Ring is so heavy, Sam. I begin to see it in my mind all the time, like a great wheel of fire.
doors feet poetry
The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say