There are some things that it is better to begin than to refuse, even though the end may be dark.

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

Then shouldering their burdens, they set off, seeking a path that would bring them over the grey hills of the Emyn Muil, and down into the Land of Shadow.

He raised his staff. There was a roll of thunder. The sunlight was blotted out from the eastern windows; the whole hall became suddenly dark as night. The fire faded to sullen embers. Only Gandalf could be seen, standing white and tall before the blackened hearth.

His love for Frodo rose above all other thoughts, and forgetting his peril he cried aloud: 'I'm coming Mr. Frodo!

Where will wants not, a way opens.

Why must you speak your thoughts? Silence, if fair words stick in your throat, would serve all our ends better.