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
dangerous knowing might onto remember step swept travel
Remember what Bilbo used to say: It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
breaks left path
He who breaks a thing to find out what it is, has left the path of wisdom.
fools-and-foolishness good honest mainly mark wiser worse
A fool, but an honest fool, you remain, Peregrin Took. Wiser ones migth have done worse in such a pass. But mark this! You have been saved, and all your friends too, mainly by good fortune, as it is called.
arrow bright defend love nor sword warrior
I do not love the bright sword for it's sharpness, nor the arrow for it's swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend
seen vow walk
He should not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.
crooked death fire lightning passed till words
I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a serving-man till the lightning falls.
dragons snow
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending.
numbers people world
If you find that not many of the things you asked for have come, and not perhaps quite so many as sometimes, remember that this Christmas all over the world there are a terrible number of poor and starving people.
legs may knees
We may stand, if only on one leg, or at least be left still upon our knees.
fellowship too-much bread
I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.
filth samwise-gamgee let-him-go
Let him go, you filth! Let him go! You will not touch him again!
snakes voice darkness
Sam, clinging to Frodo's arm, collapsed on a step in the black darkness. 'Poor old Bill!' he said in a choking voice. 'Poor old Bill! Wolves and snakes! But the snakes were too much for him. I had to choose, Mr. Frodo. I had to come with you.
strength being-strong fantasy-novels
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
archer giving wish
But you comfort me, Gimli, I'm glad to have you standing nigh with your stout legs and your hard axe. I wish there were more of your kin among us. But even more would I give for a hundred good archers of Mirkwood." - Legolas