Lotr Quotes

War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.

You can only come to the morning through the shadows.

Some who have read the book, or at any rate have reviewed it, have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible, and I have no cause to complain, since I have similar opinions of their works, or of the kinds of writing that they evidently prefer.

You will not pass!” Roman thundered. Great. Now he had decided he was Gandalf.

How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep.

We set out to save the Shire, Sam and it has been saved - but not for me.

The world was fair, the mountains tall In Elder Days before the fall...

Have you thought of an ending?" "Yes, several, and all are dark and unpleasant." "Oh, that won't do! Books ought to have good endings. How would this do: and they all settled down and lived together happily ever after?" "It will do well, if it ever came to that." "Ah! And where will they live? That's what I often wonder.

We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!

Home is now behind you, the world is ahead!

Together we will take the road that leads into the West, And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.

Oh! That was poetry!" said Pippin. "Do you really mean to start before the break of day?

Human stories are practically always about one thing, really, aren't they? Death. The inevitability of death. . . . . . (quoting an obituary) 'There is no such thing as a natural death. Nothing that ever happens to man is natural, since his presence calls the whole world into question. All men must die, but for every man his death is an accident, and even if he knows it he would sense to it an unjustifiable violation.' Well, you may agree with the words or not, but those are the key spring of The Lord Of The Rings

Not all that have fallen are vanquished.

Green are the leaves I leave in Mirkwood.

Farewell!' he said to Gandalf. 'I go to find the Sun!

I will not give you counsel, saying do this, or do that. For not in doing or contriving, nor in choosing between this course and another, can I avail; but only in knowing what was and is, and in part also what shall be.

And Gandalf said: "This is your realm, and the heart of the greater realm that shall be. The Third Age of the world is ended, and the new age is begun; and it is your task to order its beginning and to preserve what must be preserved. For though much has been saved, much must now pass away; and the power of the Three Rings also is ended. And all the lands that you see, and those that lie round about them, shall be dwellings of Men. For the time comes of the Dominion of Men, and the Elder Kindred shall fade or depart.

Dreamlike it was, and yet no dream, for there was no waking.

...underneath their human guises, they looked like the typical faery - that is, no wings, scantily clad and kind of man-pretty like Orlando Bloom's Legolas...

But where our hearts truly lie is in peace and quiet and good tilled earth.

Darkness must pass; a new day will come, and when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer.

(One does not simply walk into Mordor--except that was exactly what everyone in the story did anyway.)

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, Ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.

All your long years we have been friends. Trust me as you once did, let it go

Hasta la persona más pequeña puede cambiar el curso del futuro.

There are many forms of tyrants, but there are none so terrible as those stifling their own people in the name of freedom.

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows The West Wind goes walking, and about the walls it goes. What news from the West, oh wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight? Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight? ‘I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey; I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more. The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.’ Oh, Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar. But you came not from the empty lands where no men are. From the mouth of the sea the South Wind flies, From the sand hills and the stones; The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans What news from the South, oh sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve? Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve. ‘Ask me not where he doth dwell--so many bones there lie On the white shores and on the black shores under the stormy sky; So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing sea. Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’ Oh Boromir! Beyond the gate the Seaward road runs South, But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey seas mouth. From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, And past the roaring falls And loud and cold about the Tower its loud horn calls. What news from the North, oh mighty wind, do you bring to me today? What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away. ‘Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought. His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest; And Rauros, Golden Rauros Falls, bore him upon its breast.’ Oh Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze To Rauros, Golden Rauros Falls until the end of days.

Now, therefore, I will sleep. I speak no comfort to you, for there is no comfort for such pain within the circles of the world. The uttermost choice is before you: to repent and go to the Havens and bear away into the West the memory of our days together that shall there be evergreen but never more than memory; or else to abide the Doom of Men." Nay, dear lord," she said, "that choice is long over. There is now no ship that would bear me hence, and I must indeed abide the Doom of Men, whether I will or I nill: the loss and the silence. But I say to you, King of the Numenoreans, not till now have I understood the tale of your people and their fall. As wicked fools I scorned them, but I pity them at last. For if this is indeed, as the Eldar say, the gift of the One to Men, it is bitter to receive." So it seems," he said. "But let us not be overthrown at the final test, who of old renounced the Shadow and the Ring. In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.

I want to see the wild country again before I die, and the Mountains; but he is still in love with the Shire, with woods and fields and little rivers.

Thus came Aragorn son of Arathorn, Elessar, Isildur's heir, out of the Paths of the Dead, borne upon a wind from the sea to the kingdom of Gondor.

I think a servant of the enemy would look fairer and feel fouler. -Frodo Baggins

Yes, I will — two eyes, as often as I can spare them.

All you get to decide is what to do with the time that it is given to you.

Kick off your shoes. Unburden yourself with song. Tell each other tales. Dance around the table. Leave the cleaning up for the morning. Then go outside and look at the stars.

You have chosen the Evening; but my love is given to the Morning.

But good luck to you - today and every day!

...Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.

I started with a book, and that led me to a library, and that led me everywhere.

Sometimes it's beautiful and we fall in love with all that story. Even after a thousand pages we don't want to leave the world the writer has made for us, or the make-believe people who live there. You wouldn't leave after two thousand pages, if there were two thousand. The Rings trilogy of J.R.R.Tolkien is a perfect example of this. A thousand pages of hobbits hasn't been enough for three generations of post-World War II fantasy fans; even when you add in that clumsy, galumphing dirigible of an epilogue, The Silmarillion, it hasn't been enough. Hence Terry Brooks, Piers Anthony, Robert Jordan, the questing rabbits of Watership Down, and half a hundred others. The writers of these books are creating the hobbits they still love and pine for; they are trying to bring Frodo and Sam back from the Grey Havens because Tolkien is no longer around to do it for them.

Seonggok jagung di kamar dan seorang pemuda yang kurang sekolahan. Memandang jagung itu, sang pemuda melihat ladang; ia melihat petani; ia melihat panen; dan suatu hari subuh, para wanita dengan gendongan pergi ke pasar ……….. Dan ia juga melihat suatu pagi hari di dekat sumur gadis-gadis bercanda sambil menumbuk jagung menjadi maisena. Sedang di dalam dapur tungku-tungku menyala. Di dalam udara murni tercium kuwe jagung Seonggok jagung di kamar dan seorang pemuda. Ia siap menggarap jagung Ia melihat kemungkinan otak dan tangan siap bekerja Tetapi ini : Seonggok jagung di kamar dan seorang pemuda tamat SLA Tak ada uang, tak bisa menjadi mahasiswa. Hanya ada seonggok jagung di kamarnya. Ia memandang jagung itu dan ia melihat dirinya terlunta-lunta . Ia melihat dirinya ditendang dari diskotik. Ia melihat sepasang sepatu kenes di balik etalase. Ia melihat saingannya naik sepeda motor. Ia melihat nomor-nomor lotre. Ia melihat dirinya sendiri miskin dan gagal. Seonggok jagung di kamar tidak menyangkut pada akal, tidak akan menolongnya. Seonggok jagung di kamar tak akan menolong seorang pemuda yang pandangan hidupnya berasal dari buku, dan tidak dari kehidupan. Yang tidak terlatih dalam metode, dan hanya penuh hafalan kesimpulan, yang hanya terlatih sebagai pemakai, tetapi kurang latihan bebas berkarya. Pendidikan telah memisahkannya dari kehidupan. Aku bertanya : Apakah gunanya pendidikan bila hanya akan membuat seseorang menjadi asing di tengah kenyataan persoalannya ? Apakah gunanya pendidikan bila hanya mendorong seseorang menjadi layang-layang di ibukota kikuk pulang ke daerahnya ? Apakah gunanya seseorang belajat filsafat, sastra, teknologi, ilmu kedokteran, atau apa saja, bila pada akhirnya, ketika ia pulang ke daerahnya, lalu berkata : “ Di sini aku merasa asing dan sepi !

If you really want to know what Middle-earth is based on, it’s my wonder and delight in the earth as it is, particularly the natural earth.

The night was railing against the morning of which it was bereaved, and the cold was cursing the warmth for which it hungered.

I wish Merry was here," he heard himself saying, and quick thoughts raced through his mind, even as he watched the enemy come charging to the assault. "Well, well, now at any rate I understand poor Denethor a little better. We might die together, Merry and I, and since die we must, why not? Well, as he is not here, I hope he'll find an easier end. But now I must do my best.

Breyona didn’t have to force a laugh. “Fellowship? Who do you think you are? Freedo the hobbit?” “It’s Frodo,” he said over his shoulder. “And if I was a character from L.O.T.R., I’d obviously by Strider.” Shaking his head, he continued down the trail, mumbling obscenities. “What is L.O.T.R.?” Shiv asked. “Who is this Freedo?” Both questions brought exasperated sighs from Bronson. “It stands for Lord of the Rings. Don’t you ever see any movies?” “Weren’t they books before they were movies?” Em asked. “They wrote them after,” Bronson said. Breyona winked at Danny. “That Freedo was hot,” she said loud enough for Bronson to hear. “Even with those dumb-ass furry feet, he’s my kind of cute.” Bronson threw his hands up. “Frodo. It’s Frodo. And he’s not hot!

One spear to start a war, one spear to prime them. One spear to bring them all and into bloodshed bind them.

Torment in the dark was the danger that I feared, and it did not hold me back. But I would not have come, had I known the danger of light and joy.

Psst.” Nausicaä tugged on one of the legs of his pants. “What do your fae eyes see, Legolas?

Look, Sam!' he cried, started into speech. 'Look! The king has got a crown again!

Not all who wander are lost. (Not all who are lost, wander)

In all the long wars with the Dark Tower treason has ever been our greatest foe.

Heaven is not a republic.

Okay,” I said automatically. Shit. I didn’t even mean to agree. He hypnotized me. Used LOTR against me.

It is less easy to find people in the woods and fields.And if you are supposed to be on the road,there is some chance that you will be looked for on the road and not off it." -Frodo Baggins

FRODO: I can’t do this, Sam. SAM: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy. How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened. But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back; only they didn’t. Because they were holding on to something. FRODO: What are we holding on to, Sam? SAM: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for

There is indeed a wide waste of time between the River and the Mountain, between the loss and the finding. But the gap in the knowledge of the Wise has been filled at last. Yet too slowly. For the Enemy has been close behind, closer even than I feared.

He didn't mention the other part of the book. That following the heroes when they set out was the tenth member of their party. A broken creature who went through all the same dangers and trials, who had made a single bad choice and taken up a power he didn't understand - and who had become a demented, miserable, living nightmare because of it. In the end, he had been just as necessary to the overthrow of the darkness. But he sure as hell didn't enjoy his part.

(She has read LOTR, and I don’t know if she read it identifying with all of the evil people and hoping the good ones wouldn’t resist their temptations, but I know she has read it because the first time I read it, it was her copy. This proves that just reading it isn’t enough. After all, the devil can quote scripture.)

Sam: It's like in the great stories Mr. Frodo, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn't want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end it's only a passing thing this shadow, even darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines it'll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something even if you were too small to understand why. But I think Mr. Frodo, I do understand, I know now folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going because they were holding on to something. Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam? Sam: That there's some good in the world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for.

Many that live deserve death. And some deserve life

... But if all the fair folk take to the Havens, it will be a duller world for those who are doomed to stay.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

The Eagles are coming! The Eagles are coming!

I think a servant of the enemy would look fairer and feel fouler.

... I asked you for Hobbits on a grail quest, and not one Hobbit have I seen!

Loyalty, honor, and a willing heart. I can ask no more than that.

Your land must be a realm of peace and content, and there must gardeners be in high honour.

For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green.

PPPS. I hope Butterbur sends this promptly. A worthy man, but his memory is like a lumber-room: thing wanted always buried. If he forgets, I shall roast him. Farewell!

A Shortcut to Mushrooms.

And the smell of the air! I used to spend a week just breathing.

There were rockets like a flock of scintillating birds singing with sweet voices. There were green trees with trunks of dark smoke: their leaves opened like a whole spring unfolding in a moment, and their shining branches dropped glowing flowers down upon the hobbits, disappearing with a sweet scent just before their touched their upturned faces. There were fountains of butterflies that flew glittering into the trees; there were pillars of coloured fires that rose and turned into eagles, or sailing ships, or a phalanx of flying swans; there was a red thunderstorm and a shower of yellow rain; there was a forest of silver spears that sprang suddenly into the air with a yell like an embattled army, and and came down again into the Water with a hiss like a hundred hot snakes.

But of bliss and glad life there is little to be said, before it ends; as works fair and wonderful while they still endure for eyes to see, are their own record, and only when they are in peril or broken for ever do they pass into song.

Over the land there lies a long shadow, westward reaching wings of darkness. The Tower trembles; to the tombs of kings doom approaches. The Dead awaken; for the hour is come for the oathbreakers: at the Stone of Erech they shall stand again and hear there a horn in the hills ringing. Whose shall the horn be? Who shall call them from the grey twilight, the forgotten people? The heir of him to whom the oath they swore. From the North shall he come, need shall drive him: he shall pass the Door to the Paths of the Dead.

Sam turned quickly. 'And you, Ferny,' he said, 'put your ugly face out of sight, or it will get hurt.' With a sudden flick, quick as lightning, an apple left his hand and hit Bill square on the nose. He ducked too late, and curses came from behind the hedge. 'Waste of a good apple,' said Sam regretfully, and strode on.

I have always felt that putting emotions into words was an exercise in futility, they're often more complex than words can manage and it seems often impossible. And like an injustice to the emotions, like I will never have explained them well enough and it will just feel incomplete and wrong. Also I'm pretty sure you made me do this before heh. All of that said, I shall do my best to manage this. You are incredibly passionate. Straightforward. Funny. I feel like such a god damn idiot spouting random adjectives but I don't know what else to do. O.O You are those things though and I love them. You see the world in a way I feel I can understand at least somewhat, a way many don't. You embrace things others try to stifle. You aren't ashamed of being yourself and yourself is wonderful. Kind and compassionate. You sure helped me and I think I helped you too, we connected on some issues even if our issues weren't the same. We... ugh, I can't do it, I can't distill something as complex, intricate, beautiful, amazing as YOU into mere words. But you are who you are and you stole my heart and I don't mind. I like it. I love you. Can't go wrong with someone that loves music and wants to have lotr snuggle fests! I'm here darlingness. I just kept trying and trying to find the right words. It's difficult. NOT because I have anything less than the utmost massive lovelberry tree gem pie for you. It's just... emotions, y'know? They're hard to explain. o.o

Well, if one of us assholes is going to play you’re stunningly attractive defender, like hell I’m going to let it be fucking Thranduil over there.” Arlo laughed despite herself. “I think of the two of you, you’re the one most like Thranduil.” “You’re right. He’s nowhere near fabulous enough. He can be my slightly inferior but equally arrogant son, Legolas.” “I’ll let you be the one to tell him the good news.

Long story short: Alderman took the cursed ring. He put it on and turned even crazier and eviler, which I hadn’t thought possible. Personally, I liked my cursed rings to at least do something cool, like turn you invisible and let you see the Eye of Sauron. Andvari’s ring had no upside. It brought out the worst in you—greed, hate, jealousy. According to Hearth, it would eventually change you into a bona fide monster so your outside could be as repulsive as your inside.

Here—something for the road." "The last of the Longbottom leaf!" "I know you've run out; you smoke too much, Pippin." "But we'll see each other soon... Merry?" "I don't know.... I don't know what going to happen..." "Merry? MERRY!" "He's always followed me— everywhere I went, ever since before we were tweens. I would get him into the worst sort of trouble, but I was always there to get him out. Now he's gone. Just like Frodo. And Sam." "One thing I've learned about Hobbits: they're most hardy folk." "Foolhardy, maybe. He's a Took!

The good news is as epic as it gets, with universal theological implications, and yet the Bible tells it from the perspective of fishermen and farmers, pregnant ladies and squirmy kids. This story about the nature of God and God's relationship to humanity smells like mud and manger hay and tastes like salt and wine...It is the biggest story and the smallest story all at once--the great quest for the One Ring and the quiet friendship of Frodo and Sam.

Çünkü en bilge olanlar bile her şeyin sonunu göremez.

I feel as if I was inside a song, if you take my meaning. -Frodo in the LotR: FotR

So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. - Gandalf (LOTR: Fellowship of the Ring)

Os traiçoeiros são sempre desconfiados

I would cut off your head, dwarf, if it stood but a bit higher off the ground

Like the Fellowship itself, Tolkien’s philosophy fights. It conquers what George Orwell called the “smelly little orthodoxies” of political correctness that have twisted and wounded our souls. In other words, it is like the healing herb athelas (see LOTR, p. 193).

I gave you, at least, 35 years, to overcome despair.

Non tutto quel ch'è oro brilla, né gli erranti son perduti. Il vecchio ch'è forte non s'aggrinza e le radici profonde non gelano.

For it is perilous for mortal man to walk out of the world of this Sun, and few of old came thence unchanged, 'tis said.

For it is perilous for mortal man to go out of the world of this Sun, and few of old came thence unchanged, 'tis said.

Operation Kindergarten took me 40 till 45 seconds. That is All.

Pošto čovek koji beži od svog straha, može da otkrije da je samo pošao prečicom ka njemu.

Ali uspeh je bolan, a sa visokog mesta je lako pasti dole.

...And So It Came To Pass That The Hourglass Orifices Hexagonal Prismatics At Its Sandy Zenith, And Inside The Whorl Ring That Town Portal The Time Consumes The Empty Ethereal Tomb Was King Leoric's Crown, The Topaz Orange Elixir Of Magic Affixed In Time, And In The Second Awakening Cucked On A Hidden Shrine The Compass Rose That Ring Is Mine...My Own...My Precious Dime

...And So It Came To Pass That The Hourglass Orifices Hexagonal Prismatics At Its Sandy Zenith, And Inside The Whorl Ring That Town Portal The Time Consumes The Empty Ethereal Tomb Was King Leoric's Crown, The Topaz Orange Magic Elixir Was Affixed, And The Second Awakening Was That The Brilliant Dazzling Compass Rose Cucked On A Hidden Shrine But The Ring Was Mine...My Own...My Precious Diadem In Time...

Galadriel, the Elven queen, reflects the wisdom, foresight, and mystical power of the High Priestess. She offers guidance and insight to those who seek her, embodying the archetype of the spiritual guide and protector.

Tarot: Little White Book: "Galadriel, the Elven queen, reflects the wisdom, foresight, and mystical power of the High Priestess. She offers guidance and insight to those who seek her, embodying the archetype of the spiritual guide and protector.

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life

His ordeal has stripped away every bit of himself and leaves him feeling completely exposed to his Enemy. He has no way to know when the next full-scale attack will come, only that it will and that he cannot hide or protect himself from it. Yet even in Frodo’s darkness, with the fiery Ring as the only illumination he senses, there is still deep union between him and God. Evil continually forces its way into the hobbit’s soul, but God is already there to strengthen him in his struggle to keep the demonic power from overwhelming him completely. As Frodo burns upon the kindled wheel, he becomes a candle set alight by both Light and Dark, a figure 'clothed in flame' (LOTR, 890), as Sam saw by the red light in the Tower chamber. The combination of this torment, God’s love for him, and his own love for his world consume him in 'a holy sacrifice, truly pleasing to God' (Rom. 12:1).

My adult mind says that the really interesting bit of LOTR must have been what happened afterwards—the troubles of a war-ravaged continent, the Marshall Aid scheme for Mordor, the shift in political power, the democratization of Minas