It's Like In The Great Stories, Mr. Frodo. The Ones That Really Mattered. Full Of Darkness And Danger

“I was born on the night of Samhain, when the barrier between the worlds is whisper-thin and when magic, old magic, sings its heady and sweet song to anyone who cares to hear it.”

The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring 

The words with which a child’s heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

What it is It is madness says reason It is what it is says love It is unhappiness says caution It is nothing but pain says fear It has no future says insight It is what it is says love It is ridiculous says pride It is foolish says caution It is impossible says experience It is what it is says love.

Erich Fried

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain, undefinable something.

Haruki Murakami, The Unvisited

“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?” . . That’s a good question, isn’t it? . .

All forests have their own personality. I don't just mean the obvious differences, like how an English woodland is different from a Central American rain forest, or comparing tracts of West Coast redwoods to the saguaro forests of the American Southwest... they each have their own gossip, their own sound, their own rustling whispers and smells. A voice speaks up when you enter their acres that can't be mistaken for one you'd hear anyplace else, a voice true to those particular trees, individual rather than of their species.

Charles de Lint, The Onion Girl

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.”

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.