Green are the leaves I leave in Mirkwood.

And it is not always good to be healed in body. Nor is it always evil to die in battle, even in bitter pain. Were I permitted, in this dark hour I would choose the latter.

The world changes, and all that once was strong now proves unsure.

And yet, Eomer, I say to you that she loves you more truly than me, for you she loves and knows; but in me she loves only a shadow and a thought: a hope of glory and great deeds, and lands far from the fields of Rohan. - Aragorn to Eomer, of Eowyn

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

Aure entuluva! day shall come again!

It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.