J.R.R. Tolkien

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

“And when [Bëor] lay dead, of no wound or grief, but stricken by age, the Eldar saw for the first time the swift waning of the life of Men, and the death of weariness which they knew not in themselves; and they grieved greatly for the loss of their friends. But Bëor at the last had relinquished his life willingly and passed in peace; and the Eldar wondered much at the strange fate of Men, for in all their lore there was no account of it, and its end was hidden from them.”

“All the same, I should like it all plain and clear," said he obstinately, putting on his business manner (usually reserved for people who tried to borrow money off him), and doing his best to appear wise and prudent and professional and live up to Gandalf's recommendation. "Also I should like to know about risks, out-of-pocket expenses, time required and remuneration, and so forth"--by which he meant: "What am I going to get out of it ? and am I going to come back alive?”

“İnsanların başladığı bütün işler böyledir: Ya baharda don olur, ya da yazın samyeli eser ve onlarda sözlerinde durmazlar." dedi Gimli."Yine de tohumları pek yaban gitmez." dedi Legolas. "Ve hiç umulmadık bir zamanda ve zeminde yeşermek için tozun, küfün içinde gizlenirler. İnsanların yaptıkları bizden daha çok yaşayacak Gimli.""Yine de sonunda 'keşke'lerden başka bir şey olmayacak tahminimce," dedi cüce."Bu sorunun cevabını elfler bilmiyor." dedi Legolas.”

“Far over the misty mountains cold. To dungeons deep, and caverns old”

“It's a dangerous business, going out your door.”

“But it may be the hard part of a friend to rebuke a friend's folly.”

“The stars are far brighterThan gems without measure,The moon is far whiterThan silver in treasure;The fire is more shiningOn hearth in the gloamingThan gold won by mining,So why go a-roaming? O! Tra-la-la-lally Come back to the Valley.”

“You aren't nearly through this adventure yet.”

“I wish none of this had happened.”

“Of course, it is likely enough, my friends,' he said slowly, 'likely enough that we are going to our doom: the last march of the Ents. But if we stayed home and did nothing, doom would find us anyway, sooner or later. That thought has long been growing in our hearts; and that is why we are marching now. It was not a hasty resolve. Now at least the last march of the Ents may be worth a song.”

“Did he say:"Hullo,Pippin!This is a pleasant surprise!"?No,indeed!He said:"Get up,you tom-fool of a Took!Where,in the name of wonder,in all this ruin is Treebeard?I want him.Quick"-Pippin Took”

“Don't put a lump of rock under my elbow again!”

“It is a lovely language,but it takes a very long time to say anything in it,unless it is worth taking a long time to say,and to listen to.-Treebeard/Fangorn”

“And Iluvatar spoke to Ulmo, and said: 'Seest thou not how here in this little realm in the Deeps of Time Melkor hath made war upon thy province? He hath bethought him of bitter cold immoderate, and yet hath not destroyed the beauty of thy fountains, nor of my clear pools. Behold the snow, and the cunning work of frost! Melkor hath devised heats and fire without restraint, and hath not dried up thy desire nor utterly quelled the music of the sea. Behold rather the height and glory of the clouds, and the ever changing mists; and listen to the fall of rain upon the Earth! And in these clouds thou art drawn nearer to Manwe, thy friend, whom thou lovest.' Then Ulmo answered: 'Truly, Water is become now fairer than my heart imagined, neither had my secret thought conceived the snowflake, nor in all my music was contained the falling of the rain. I will seek Manwe, that he and I may make melodies for ever to my delight!' And Manwe and Ulmo have from the beginning been allied, and in all things have served most faithfully the purpose of Iluvatar.”

“Some of my kin look just like trees now, and need something great to rouse them; and they speak only in whispers. But some of my trees are limb-lithe, and many can talk to me.”

“I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again.”

“I have never been out of my own land before. And if I had known what the world outside was like, I don't think I should have had the heart to leave it.' 'Not even to see fair Lothlorien?' said Haldir. 'The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”

“Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Lúthien”

“And thus it came to pass that the Silmarils found their long homes: one in the airs of heaven, and one in the fires of the heart of the world, and one in the deep waters.”

“Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,for ever blest, since here did lieand here with lissom limbs did runbeneath the Moon, beneath the Sun,Lúthien Tinúvielmore fair than Mortal tongue can tell.Though all to ruin fell the worldand were dissolved and backward hurled;unmade into the old abyss,yet were its making good, for this―the dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea―that Lúthien for a time should be.”

“Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star, Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar”

“That was the most awkward Wednesday he ever remembered.”

“Books ought to have good endings.How would this do: and they all settled down and lived together happily ever after?”

“Sein Zorn war unbeschreiblich - ein Zorn, wie man ihn nur bei reichen Leuten erleben kann, die mehr haben, als sie brauchen, und plötzlich etwas verlieren, das sie schon lange besitzen, aber noch nie benutzt oder benötigt haben.”

“True courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.”

“Du findest ganz sicher etwas, wenn du nur suchst, allerdings nicht immer das, was du gesucht hast.”

“Alas! An ill fate is on me this day, and all that I do goes amiss!”

“Bilbo saw that the moment had come when he must do something.”

“Muchos de los que viven merecen morir, y muchos de los que mueren merecen la vida. ¿Puedes devolver la vida? Entonces no te apresures a dispensar la muerte, pues ni el más sabio conoce el fin de todos los caminos”

“I did nothing but run away from the time I was a puppy, and I kept on running and roving until one fine morning - a very fine morning, with the sun in my eyes - I fell over the world's edge chasing a butterfly.”

“If you sit on the doorstep long enough, I daresay you will think of something”

“It is less easy to find people in the woods and fields.And if you are supposed to be on the road,there is some chance that you will be looked for on the road and not off it."-Frodo Baggins”

“Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!”

“A fox passing through the wood on business of his own stopped several minutes and sniffed. 'Hobbits!' he thought. 'Well, what next? I have heard of strange doings in this land, but I have seldom heard of a hobbit sleeping out of doors under a tree. Three of them! There's something mighty queer behind this.' He was quite right, but he never found out any more about it.”

“Ama o zamanlar böyle görünmüyordu, gerçek değildi' dedi Parish. 'Hayır o zamanlar yalnızca bir fikirdi'dedi adam, 'ama denemeye değer olduğunu düşünseydin fikri sen de görebilirdin.”

“For you do not yet know the strengths of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet on the road.”

“They sat beside the stone, and did not speak again; and when the sun went down Morwen sighed and clasped his hand, and was still; and Hurin knew that she died.He looked down at her in the twilight and it seemed to him that the lines of grief and cruel hardship were smoothed away.”

“PIPPIN: I didn't think it would end this way.GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what?GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.PIPPIN: Well, that isn't so bad.GANDALF: No. No, it isn't.”

“There is no real going back. Though I may come to the Shire, it will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a long burden. Where shall I find rest?”

“End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.”

“When evening in the Shire was greyhis footsteps on the Hill were heard;before the dawn he went awayon journey long without a word”

“Vivant sans souffle,Froid comme la mort,Jamais assoiffé, toujours buvant,En cotte de mailles, jamais cliquetant.(Le poisson)”

“On ne peut la voir, on ne peut la sentir,On ne peut l'entendre, on ne peut la respirer.Elle s'étend derrière les étoiles et sous les collines.Elle remplit les trous vides.Elle vient d'abord et suit après.Elle termine la vie, tue le rire.(L'obscurité)”

“Trente chevaux sur une colline rouge; D'abord ils mâchonnent,Puis ils frappent leur marque,Ensuite ils restent immobiles.(Les dents)”

“Step onto the road and there’s no telling where you might be swept off to.”

“At last Fingon stood alone with his guard dead about him; and he fought with Gothmog, until another Balrog came behind and cast a thong of fire about him. Then Gothmog hewed him with his black axe, and a white flame sprang up from the helm of Fingon as it was cloven. Thus fell the High King of the Noldor; and they beat him into the dust with their maces; and his banner, blue and silver, they trod into the mire of his blood.”

“And suddenly first one and then another began to sing as they played, deep-throated singing of the dwarves in the deep places of their ancient homes; and this is like a fragment of their song, if it can be like their song without their music. [...]As they sang the hobbit felt the love of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through him, a fierce and jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves. Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick. He looked out of the window. The stars were out in a dark sky above the trees. He thought of the jewels of the dwarves shining in dark caverns. Suddenly in the wood beyond The Water a flame leapt up - probably somebody lighting a wood-fire-and he thought of plundering dragons settling on his quiet Hill and kindling it all to flames. He shuddered; and very quickly he was plain Mr. Baggins of Bag-End, Under-Hill, again. He got up trembling.”

“It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them.”

“At last reluctantly Gandalf himself took a hand. Picking up a faggot he held it aloft for a moment, and then with a word of command, naur an edraith ammen! he thrust the end of his staff into the midst of it.”