Fili Quotes

“... i fili si torcono e si intrecciano, a volte si sciolgono e si uniscono di nuovo. Questo è Musubi, questo è il tempo.”
― Makoto Shinkai, Your name.

“In realtà non esiste nulla al mondo a mio avviso capace di liberarti da te stesso, nessuno che possa tenderti una mano e tirarti su dalla palude se non lo vuoi davvero. Non è il solito discorso motivazionale, stupidate del genere «volere è potere», è solo la constatazione che gli altri non riusciranno ad affrancarti da qualcosa di cosí profondo, una specie di gomitolo che hai nel petto e che si è formato in anni di esperienze traumatiche ed esempi sbagliati. C’è un solo modo per districare il tutto: afferrare il filo da un capo e iniziare a disfare lentamente la tela fino ad arrivare al primo nodo dal quale tutto è partito. Gli ansiolitici (come forse anche la terapia breve del caro terapeuta Cavalli), al contrario, mi dànno l’idea di un trucco furbo che alla fine non ti porta da nessuna parte, come quando ti ritrovi davanti al groviglio degli auricolari (ma come fanno quei benedetti fili ad annodarsi cosí? A proposito di entropia…) e, anziché cercare di capire quale sia il movimento giusto per sbrogliare la matassa, inizi a tirare come un invasato confidando nella forza.
Quello che ho capito, in quaranta e passa anni su questa Terra, è che la forza serve fino a un certo punto, è molto piú utile la pazienza."
(Lorenzo Marone, inventario di un cuore in allarme)”
― Lorenzo Marone, Inventario di un cuore in allarme

“She was drowning, and he'd be damned if she expected him to stand by and watch.”
― ISeeFire

“Bilba opened her eyes, and Fili was standing directly in front of her.

The last thread broke.

She'd spent years building walls around the hollow left by Ravenhill. There had always been cracks, even breaches over the years, but she'd endured, fortified them again and continued on.

It wasn't until she'd opened her eyes again in Bag End that the walls had turned brittle, and it wasn't until she'd laid eyes on him once more that they'd started to fall.

And it wasn't until that very moment, when his eyes sliced into her soul, that the final wall fell completely.

And, just like that, the wound was open and the truth she'd tried so hard to ignore was pouring. It had always been there, seeping out through cracks, bleeding into her veins, poisoning her sleep and freezing her days.

The truth, that the hollow inside her wasn't so hollow after all.

It was full, always had been full, always would be full, and with one thing and one thing only.

The knowledge of how deeply and irrevocably in love she was with this son of Durin. As much as that first day. As much as the last. Every breath, every beat of her heart cried out with the depth of her love for someone lost to her forever. All that love falling forever into emptiness, a void deeper than the one opened in her soul the moment she'd watched him die.”
― ISeeFire

“She turned her gaze on him, eyes the color of amber, and Fili felt the breath leave him as though he'd been physically kicked.

Her eyes were completely empty, blank. The look she leveled on him might be the same she leveled on an insect.

She hates me, he thought dumbly, forgetting he still had his shields wide open from his attempts to contact Glamdring.

It's not personal. A voice suddenly spoke in his head and Fili jerked, his eyes snapping to Glamdring. She hates everyone.

Fili looked at Orcrist again, almost convinced the ice in her eyes might be capable of actually opening lacerations.

On the one hand his dragon had finally spoken to him.

On the other his dragon partner, who might possibly be the most beautiful and amazing woman he'd ever seen, hated him…and everyone else.

Well, Kili's voice spoke in his mind, where he'd apparently been eavesdropping. You did say once you hoped your dragon partner and dragon would be interesting.

Interesting, Fili clarified. I said interesting, not insane.”
― ISeeFire, Of Dwobbits, Dragons and Dwarves