Dusk Quote by J.R.R. Tolkien Download Open image ““The misty morning crawleth grey from dusk to the reluctant day.”” — J.R.R. Tolkien ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.8 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Crawleth Grey Dusk Dusk Reluctant Grey Dusk Misty Morning Morning
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“It tasted of twilight and mist, moonlight and frost, emptiness and longing.” — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
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“I will vouch for him before the seat of Denethor,' said Gandalf. 'And as for valour, that cannot be computed by stature. He has… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
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“Sméagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters, precious, eh, what's taters?' 'Po-ta-toes,' said Sam. 'The Gaffer's delight, and rare… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
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“He was dark-haired as his mother, and promised to be like her in mood also; for he was not merry, and spoke little, though… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
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Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
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Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of… — Mary Hunter Austin Copy Share Image
“There's a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night's.” — Ed Gorman Copy Share Image
The past--the wild charge at the head of his men up San Juan Hill; the first years of his marriage when he worked late… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
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