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"And he sang to them, now in the Elven tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness." |
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-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the KIng |
Lee: Not being able to speak is not the same as not speaking. You seem as if you like to talk. I like to let people talk who like to talk. It makes it easier to find out how full of talk they are.
Carter: What the hell did you just say?
'Not all who wander are lost' - JRR Tolkein
"I made a promise, Mr. Frodo, a promise! 'Don't you leave him, Samwise Gamgee' and I don't mean to. I don't mean to!" Sam
The man who invented the eraser had the human race pretty well sized up.
Van Roy's Laws
Without change something sleeps inside us and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.
Duke Lito Artreides, Dune
I do not seek, I find.
Pablo Picasso
I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
George Meredith
The more you say, the less people remember. The fewer the words, the greater the profit.
Felelon
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
Crowfoot - Blackfoot warior and orator
It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees!
Emiliano Zapata
I may climb perhaps to no great heights, but I will climb alone.
Cyrano De Bergerac
"I know about people who talk about suffering for the common good. It's never bloody them! When you hear a man shouting "Forward, brave comrades!" you'll see he's the one behind the bloody big rock and the wearing the only really arrow-proof helmet!"
"Wizard's First Rule: People are stupid; given proper motivation, almost anyone will believe almost anyting. Because people are stupid, they will believe a lie because they want to believe it's true. People's heads are full of knowledge, facts, and beliefs, and most of it is false, yet they think it all true. People are stupid; they can only rarely tell the difference between a lie and the truth, and yet they are confident they can, and so are all the easier to fool"
Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander, Wizards First Rule
Murphy's Military Laws
13. The only thing more accurate than incoming enemy fire is incoming friendly fire.
14. There is nothing more satisfying that having someone take a shot at you, and miss.
6. The buddy system is essential to your survival; it gives the enemy somebody else to shoot at.
"When one door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often we look so long at the closed door that we
do not see the one which has been opened for us."
~Helen Keller (1880-1968)
Tell a man there are 300 Billion stars in the universe
and he'll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint on it
and he'll have to touch to be sure.
~Unknown
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with JOY, mine or your own
...if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day,
...and if you can source your life from its own presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
...and still stand on the shore of a lake, and shout to the silver of a full moon "YES!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
...weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
...and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Native Elder, May 1994"
" Return this man to Huma's breast
Let him be lost in sunlight
In the chorus of the air where breath is translated;
At the skies border receive him.
Beyond the wild impartial skies
Have you set your lodgings,
In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires
In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.
Grant to him a warriors rest.
Above our singing, above singing itself
May the ages of peace converge in a day
May he dwell in the heart of Paladine.
And set the last spark of his eyes
In a fixed and holy place
Above words and the borrowed land to loved
As we recount the ages.
Free from the smothering clouds of war
As he once rose in infancy,
The long world possible and bright before him,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Upon the torches the stars
Was mapped the immaculate glory of childhood;
From that wronged and nestling country,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Let the last surge of his breath
Perpetuate wine, the attar of flowers;
From the vanguard of love, the last to surrender,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Take refuge in the cradling air
From the heart of the sword descending,
From the weight of battle on battle,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Above the dreams of ravens where
His dreams first tried a rest beyond changing,
From the yearning for war and the wars ending,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Only the hawk remembers death
In a late country; from the dusk,
From the fade of the senses, we are thankful that you,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Then let his shade to Huma rise
Out of the body of death, of the husk unravelling;
From the lodging of mind upon nothing, we are thankful that you,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Beyond the wild, impartial skies
Have you set your lodgings,
In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires
In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.
Return this man to Huma's breast
Beyond the wild impartial skies
Grant to him a warriors rest.
And set the last spark of his eyes
Free from the smothering clouds of war
Upon the torches the stars
Let the last surge of his breath
Take refuge in the cradling air
Above the dreams of ravens where
Only the hawk remembers death
Then let his shade to Huma rise
Beyond the wild, impartial skies"
Weis and Hickman. Dragonlance Chronicles: Dragons of Winter Night
Death Chant of the Kinight of Solamania for Sturm Brightblade
The Sun
The splendid eye
Of all our heavens
Dives from the day.
And leaves
The dozing sky,
Spangled with fireflies,
Deepening with gray.
Now sleep,
Our oldest friend
Lulls in the tree
And calls
Us in.
The Leaves
Give off cold fire
They blaze into ash
At the end of the year
And birds
Coast on the winds
And wheel in the North
When Autumn ends
The day grows dark
The seasons bare
But we
Await the suns
Green fire upon
The trees.
The wind
Dives through the day
By season, by moon
Great kingdoms arise.
The breath
Of firefly, of bird
Of trees, of mankind
Fades in a word
Now sleep
Our oldest friend
Lulls in the trees
And calls
Us in.
The Age
The thousand lives
Of men and their stories
Go to their graves.
But we,
The people long
In poem and glory
Fade from the song
Qualinost elves song
Dragonlance Chronicles: Dragons of Autumn Twilight
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
The ProphecyLOTR: The Fellowship of the Ring
JRR Tolkien
A heart thats true in harper blue
Makes song from hearts own fire
And though betrayed, is not afraid:
In danger, leaps up higher
No world is free of minstrelsy
Nor noise, nor rage, nor sorrow
A harper must discharge his trust
Before he asks to borrow
My Harper Hall is free to all
Who serve in song and playing
But you whod hide you song inside
Are very sadly straying
Will you withdraw beyond the law
Lie safely in your slumber
While dangers shake your world awake
And Death makes up his number?
Did harper here betray those dear
Hed feel more than my tongue
If place youd earn, yous better learn
More music than youve sung.
For if you die, while safe you lie
Halled in your selfish bone
No chant will come, no harper drum
And youll lie ling alone.
Get up, take heartgo make a start,
Sing out the truth you come for
Then when you die, your heart may fly
To halls we have no name for
Anne McCaffrey All the Weyrs of Pern
IN DREAMS
Feautured in "The breaking of the Fellowship"
LOTR Soundtrack Sung by Edward Ross
When the cold of Winter comes
Starless night will cover day
In the veiling of the Sun
We will walk in bitter rain
But in dreams
I still hear your name
And in dreams
We will meet again
When the seas and mountains fall
And we come, to end of days
In the dark I hear a call
Calling me there
I will go there
And back again
ANÍRON
Featured in "The Council of Elrond"
LOTR Soundtrack --- Sung by Enya
O mór henion I dhû:
Ely siriar, êl síla
Ai! Aníron Undomiel
Tiro! El eria e mor.
I lir el luitha uren
Ai! Aníron
Translation.
From darkness I understand the night:
Dreams flow, a star shines
Ah! I desire Evenstar
Look! A star rises out of the darkness
The song of the star enchants my heart
Ah! I desire
Who would you be to question
Those days long since passed
Where the bravest went to their doom
And light wept its lifeblood?
I mourn for Timeheart
The voices creeping away
Sorrows inexpressible
Fill my eyes
Longing for absolution
There is never enough
That can ever be done
A last drop has faded to nothingness
The Earth cries for her caretakers
The elves, passed away
Whose songs echo among the trees
Haunting those who seek them
The guides have left their children
Only destruction can fill their place
For the wise have faded
Leaving others to fight on
Tired of life
They choose to abandon, and pass into Timeheart
Long have theses waters trembled
As you passed
The drops shaking in mortification
While your fires draw near
Mortal men have come and gone
But you remain
To torment those who hate you
They bounded with joy
Twirling, edged sharp above mirrored waters
Feet slicing so gently
Forgetting the sorrows, and tears
They laughed and danced
Frantically to keep the shadows at bay
And in those ancient days
One passed by bringing wisdom and kindness
So rare.
One who would burn himself in their minds
He led them, far past all mortal endurance
And when he departed
Their sorrows couldnt remain
Trapped within the boundaries of spoken words
A light no longer shared with the world
But they endured for what else is there to do
To forget heartbreak?
And standing in the last rays of sunshine
In their minds they heard his laughter
Rolling of the mountains
And they longed for that sound
That forgotten sound
Never passing through their lips
And their longing for that sound
Was so very vast.
..but never again was it to delight a mortals ears.
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