Finrod Vs Morgoth Quotes & Sayings

If Eru wished to do this, I do not doubt that He would find a way, though I cannot foresee it. For, as it seems to me, even if He were Himself to enter in, He must still remain also as He is: the Author without. And yet, Andreth, to speak with humility, I cannot conceive how else this healing could be achieved. Since Eru will surely not suffer Melkor to turn the world to his own will and to triumph in the end. Yet there is no power conceivable greater than Melkor save Eru only. — J.R.R. Tolkien

It is hardly surprising that the malodorous field of garbology has not attained the popularity of rocket science, oil exploration, or brain surgery. — Hans Y. Tammemagi

You left this house whenever you wanted to, and came back at your whim, and you never once thought that your wife would be the one to leave. — Kyung-Sook Shin

The modest Rose puts forth a Thorn.
The humble Sheep a threat'ning Horn.
While the Lily white shall in love delight.
Nor a Thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. — William Blake

A book on the new physics, if not purely descriptive of experimental work, must essentially be mathematical. — Paul Dirac

No power can withstand divine Love. — Mary Baker Eddy

It is not that God is the spectator and sharer of our present life, howsoever important that is; but rather that we are the reverent listeners and participants in God's action in the sacred story, the history of the Christ on earth. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer

So I have a friend who works for me once a week. She's got e-mail, so anybody that must send an e-mail, they send it to her and she faxes it to me. Sounds like a long way of doing things, but it works for me. — Marian McPartland

Money does not go only to those who go to church, it goes to those who know and comply with the laws of money — Sunday Adelaja

I talk to God but the sky is empty. — Sylvia Plath

Mere flight in a dream you say. In dream many desires are revealed; and desire may be the last flicker of Estel. — J.R.R. Tolkien

And he discovered, finally, the source of the honey-sweet sound.
The sound was music.
The sound was King Phillip playing his guitar and singing for his daughter, the Princess Pea, every night before she fell asleep.
Hidden in a hole in the wall of the princess's bedroom, the mouse listened with all his heart. The sound of the King's music made Despereaux's soul grow large and light inside of him.
Oh," he said, "it sounds like heaven. It smells like honey. — Kate DiCamillo

Theology must have the character of a living procession. — Karl Barth

To me, this is not an information age. It's an age of networked intelligence, it's an age of vast promise. — Don Tapscott