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Mood

“I sit beside the fire and thinkOf all that I have seenOf meadow flowers and butterfliesIn summers that have beenOf yellow leaves and gossamerIn autumns that there wereWith morning mist and silver sunAnd wind upon my hairI sit beside the fire and thinkOf how the world will beWhen winter comes without a springThat I shall ever seeFor still there are so many thingsThat I have never seenIn every wood in every springThere is a different greenI sit beside the fire and thinkOf people long agoAnd people that will see a worldThat I shall never knowBut all the while I sit and thinkOf times there were beforeI listen for returning feetAnd voices at the door”― J.R.R. Tolkien

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But I love your feetonly because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.”― Pablo Neruda

The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say”― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

That's the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.”― Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake

"One, remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Two, never give up work. Work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it. Three, if you are lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don't throw it away.”― Stephen Hawking