A Quote by J. R. R. Tolkien

Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. — © J. R. R. Tolkien
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
When someone kisses someone or flushes the toilet it is my other who sits in a ball and cries. My other beats a tin drum in my heart. My other hangs up laundry as I try to sleep. My other cries and cries and cries when I put on a cocktail dress.
My favorite moments are the moments everyone cries over. I see people in the audience crying, and I go, 'I did that, too. I don't just do the jokes. I also do the cries.' Jokes and cries, jokes and cries. That's all I'm here for, people.
There are voices crying what must be done, a hundred, a thousand voices. But what do they help if one seeks for counsel, for one cries this, and one cries that, and another cries something that is neither this nor that.
Every being cries out in silence to be read differently. Do not be indifferent to these cries.
I am sick of the girl who cries 'wolf' all the time. Even though not one of those cries was ever a false alarm
The victims of social injustice, since time eternal, have always been without the resources and the ability to fight back. They are defenseless and voiceless. Thee sad aspect of social injustice is that the defenseless and voiceless are the ones who most need a defense and a strong, vibrant voice.
I was born in the summer, but I hate it because I'm allergic to bug bites. I would go play with my cousins, and then we'd go inside and I'd have mosquito bites everywhere. But mine are different - like, they blow up with puss. It's really bad.
Man is a wingless animal with two feet and flat nails.
When you realize the real pleasure in food comes in the first couple bites, and it diminishes thereafter, that's a kind of reminder to focus on the experience, enjoy those first bites, and as you get into the 20th bite, you're talking calories and not pleasure.
If I have a weakness, it's probably ice cream. That's where I get lax, sloppy. I'll sneak into the refrigerator at night and take two or three bites and put it back. Butter pecan. Only two or three bites, but it shows.
For someone so small, you're heavy, Stiff," he mutters.
Love changes darkness into light and makes the heart take a wingless flight.
The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all.
His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
To the wingless a more interesting phenomenon is their (W/E Egg) dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.
How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!
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