What do you fear, lady?" [Aragorn] asked. "A cage," [Éowyn] said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.
Better mistrust undeserved than rash words.
Your lullaby would waken a drunken goblin!
If this is victory, then our hands are too small to hold it.
A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.
Thank you, Sam," he said in a cracked whisper. "How far is there to go?" I don't know," said Sam, "because I don't know where we're going.