It needs but one foe to breed a war, and those who have not swords can still die upon them.

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

Arise now, arise, Riders of Théoden! Dire deeds awake, dark is it eastward. Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded! Forth Eorlingas!

I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.

May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.

He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home - for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler.

I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon.