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"Then Maeglin bowed low and took Turgon for lord and king, to do all his will; but thereafter he stood silent and watchful, for the bliss and splendour of Gondolin surpassed all that he had imagined from the tales of his mother, and he was amazed by the strength of the city and the hosts of its people, and the many things strange and beautiful that he beheld. Yet to none were his eyes more often drawn than to Idril the King's daughter, who sat beside him; for she was golden as the Vanyar, her mother's kindred, and she seemed to him as the sun from which all the King's hall drew its light."
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"Stars earn their brightest colors in the dark."
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"Each moment has an unrealized dimension of beauty that only your perspective can liberate."
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"Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait."
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"True fashion should reflect deeper feelings of inner passion for life."
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"If the path is beautiful, all you have to do when walking in that path is to be beautiful so as to not ruin the beauty of the path!"
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"Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste."
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"The beauty of a woman is not in her facial makeup but in the kindness of her soul."
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"You always were beautiful, and you always will be beautiful."
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"Beauty is an outward gift, which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused."
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"Do what is beautiful to make yourself beautiful."
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"A King will have his way in his own hall, be it folly or wisdom."
Leadership
"I pity snails, and all that carry their homes on their backs."
Nature
"I may be a burglar...but I'm an honest one, I hope, more or less."
Morality
"Old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the wise to know."
Poetry
"Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed)-Gandalf came by."
Fiction
"After some time he felt for his pipe. It was not broken, and that was something. Then he felt for his pouch, and there was some tobacco in it, and that was something more. Then he felt for matches and he could not find any at all, and that shattered his hopes completely."
Despair
"I perceived or thought of the Light of God and in it suspended one small mote (or millions of motes to only one of which was my small mind directed), glittering white because of the individual ray from the Light which both held and lit it...And the ray was the Guardian Angel of the mote: not a thing interposed between God and the creature, but God's very attention itself, personalized...This is a finite parallel to the Infinite. As the love of the Father and Son (who are infinite and equal) is a Person, so the love and attention of the Light to the Mote is a person (that is both with us and in Heaven): finite but divine, i.e. angelic."
Spiritual
"Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary and dungeons for the overbold...The realm of fairy-story is wide and deep and high and filled with many things: all manner of beasts and birds are found there; shoreless seas and stars uncounted; beauty that is an enchantment, and an ever-present peril; both joy and sorrow as sharp as swords. In that realm a man may, perhaps, count himself fortunate to have wandered, but its very richness and strangeness tie the tongue of a traveller who would report them. And while he is there it is dangerous for him to ask too many questions, lest the gates should be shut and the keys be lost."
Fantasy
"Each day before the end of eveshe sought her lover, nor would him leave,until the stars were dimmed, and daycame glimmering eastward silver-grey.Then trembling-veiled she would appear,and dance before him, half in fear;there flitting just before his feetshe gently chid with laughter sweet:'Come! dance now, Beren, dance with me!For fain thy dancing I would see!"
Poetry
"This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away."
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