J. R. R. Tolkien Quotes

All hope abandon, ye who enter here!

There is light at the end of the tunnel for India, but it's that of an oncoming train which will run them over.

The time for hope is gone, and come for fear.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

Abandon every hope, you who enter.

Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

Come on in girls, and leave all hope behind.

I just felt as though I would never be happy again, and as if I had fallen into a big black hole.

Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle.

All was black, gloomy and awful. There was no light at the end of the tunnel - or if there was, it was an oncoming train.

Seriously, if I switched on the TV and they were showing live footage of an army of fire-breathing pterodactyls machine-gunning people to death on the streets of London right outside my door, I'd be horrified, but not entirely surprised, nor any more scared than I already am. I'd probably just shrug and wait for them to smash the door down. We're so screwed, I don't even know what to worry about first.

There's no saving me.

What we hoped was that we could stop the coming end of the world.

Anything that kills hope is a sin

In this world, I've got no choice: there is nothing left at all; and you don't notice, but that's all right: you don't know what it's like.

The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the God of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and in short you are for ever floored.

Your god must once have stood at a dawn of infinite possibilities, and this is what he's made of it. You tell me that I want God's love? I don't. Perhaps I want forgiveness, but there's no-one to ask it of. And there's no going back, there's no setting things right, there's only the hope of nothingness.

An Overall Feeling of Doom that One Cannot Ever Escape no Matter What One Does

Time for the world to end.

It had ceased raining in the night and he walked out on the road and called for the dog. He called and called. Standing in that inexplicable darkness. Where there was no sound anywhere save only the wind. After a while he sat in the road. He took off his hat and placed it on the tarmac before him and he bowed his head and held his face in his hands and wept. He sat there for a long time and after a while the east did gray and after a while the right and godmade sun did rise, once again, for all and without distinction.

If we lose our sanity ... We can but howl the lugubrious howl of idiots, the howl of the utterly lost howling their nowhereness.

Oh darkness, I feel like letting go.

Despair snuffs the sun from the firmament.