J.r.r. TolkienBeing a cheerful hobbit, he had not needed hope, as long as despair could be postponed.
About This Quote
When Gandalf says “being a cheerful hobbit,” he describes his state of mind before meeting Frodo. “Cheerful” means to be happy and satisfied with oneself. A cheerful hobbit would not need hope, because he or she would never feel hopeless. You can’t be in despair forever, so long as you have hope.
Source: The Two Towers
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