#u

The others cast themselves down upon the fragrant grass, but Frodo stood awhile still lost in wonder. It seemed to him that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured for ever. He saw no colour but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them and made for them names new and wonderful. In winter here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lórien, there was no stain. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#lorien #lothlorien #purity #mourning

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#mourning

It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#wine #mourning

Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing. ↗

— Arundhati Roy

#breathing #day #hear #her #i

Unless, of course, there's no such thing as chance;...in which case, we should either-optimistically-get up and cheer, because if everything is planned in advance, then we all have a meaning and are spared the terror of knowing ourselves to be random, without a why; or else, of course, we might-as pessimists-give up right here and now, understanding the futility of thought decision action, since nothing we think makes any difference anyway, things will be as they will. Where, then, is optimism? In fate or in chaos? ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#optimism

But I came to learn that God never shows us something we aren't ready to understand. Instead, He lets us see what we need to see, when we need to see it. He'll wait until our eyes and hearts are open to Him, and tehn when we're ready, He will plant our feet on the path that's best for us...but it's up to us to do the walking. ↗

— Immaculee Ilibagiza

#holocaust

Seeing the glass as half empty is more positive than seeing it as half full. Through such a lens the only choice is to pour more. That is righteous pessimism. ↗

— Criss Jami

#care #choice #empty #full #glass

What we have at the moment isn't as the old liturgies used to say, 'the sure and certain hope of the resurrection of the dead,' but a vague and fuzzy optimism that somehow things may work out in the end. ↗

— N.T. Wright

#hope #resurrection #optimism

I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#october #thankfulness #autumn

And falling's just another way to fly. ↗

— Emilie Autumn

#fly #autumn