Little by little, one travels far

It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.

The quiet was so deep that their feet seemed to thump along while all the trees leaned over them and listened.

The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.

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

I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.

Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea