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
heart giving lord
It is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart.
mistrust
Better mistrust undeserved than rash words.
cages eowyn said
What do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'A cage,' she said.
fallen fellowship-of-the-ring
Not all that have fallen are vanquished.
nice home fire
I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to sing!
tired night hours-in-the-day
I am rather tired, and no longer young enough to pillage the night to make up for the deficit of hours in the day..." JRR Tolkien, Letter # 174
hills middle-earth misty-mountains
Over hill and under hill
beautiful sleep thrill
I felt a curious thrill, as if something had stirred in me, half wakened from sleep. There was something very remote and strange and beautiful behind those words, if I could grasp it, far beyond ancient English.
anger together might
If we all got angry together something might be done.
book beer done
I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence.
land pitfalls dungeons
Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary, and dungeons for the overbold.
strong horse wind
Their horses were of great stature, strong and clean-limbed; their gray coats glistened, their long tails flowed in the wind, their manes were braided on their proud necks.
writing mean dark
One writes such a story [The Lord of the Rings] not out of the leaves of trees still to be observed, nor by means of botany and soil-science; but it grows like a seed in the dark out of the leaf-mold of the mind: out of all that has been seen or thought or read, that has long ago been forgotten, descending into the deeps. No doubt there is much personal selection, as with a gardener: what one throws on one's personal compost-heap; and my mold is evidently made largely of linguistic matter.
war world christianity
The war made me poignantly aware of the beauty of the world.