The best Quotes from Lord of the Rings

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

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

Without me, eyes are marbles, no darkness they see.
Faces look garbled, no flurry they feel.
No breath, no cheer, death not to fear.
Time is not spent, roses has no scent.
At nothing you can marvel without me.

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.

I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone. I choose a mortal life.

There's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens

Where there is love, it is never truly dark.

I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone. I choose a mortal life.

Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.

How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.

For it is easier to shout "stop!" than to do it.

Gimli: "I never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an elf."
Legolas: "What about side by side with a friend?"
Gimli: "Aye, I could do that."

Arise, Riders of Théoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now! Ride for ruin and the world's ending! Death!

Such is of the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.

My friends… you bow to no one!

For it is easier to shout "stop!" than to do it.

Your love of the the Halfling's leaf has clearly slowed your mind.

You have been told many lies. Some run so deep, even the rocks and roots now believe them. To untangle it all would all but require the creation of a new world. But that is something only the gods can do. And I am no god. At least... not yet.

The Light failed; but the Darkness that followed was more than loss of light.

How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.

I don't want to be in a battle, but waiting on the edge of one I can't escape is even worse.

What will they do when you tell them that you were my ally? When you tell them that Sauron lives because of you?

Elrond is as much a brother to me as if he'd been fired in my own mother's womb.

We're all afraid, Frodo. But to let that fear drive us, to destroy what hope we have. Don't you see that is madness?

In the end, this shadow is but a small and passing thing. There is light and high beauty forever beyond its reach. Find the light and the shadow will not find you.

Galadriel: "But sometimes the lights shine just as brightly reflected in the water as they do in the sky. How am I to know which lights to follow?"
Finrod: "Sometimes we cannot know until we have touched the darkness."
Galadriel: "But that seems so simple."
Finrod: "The most important truths often are."

Galadriel: "One will always corrupt. Two will divide."
Celebrimbor: "But with three, there is balance."

Such is of the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.

The year is 3434 of the Second Age. Here follows the account of Isildur, High King of Gondor, and the finding of the ring of power. It has come to me. The One Ring. It shall be an heirloom of my kingdom. All those who follow in my bloodline shall be bound to its fate, for I will risk no hurt to the ring. It is precious to me though I buy it with great pain. The markings upon the band begin to fade. The writing, which at first was as clear as red flame has all but disappeared. A secret now that only fire can tell.

Éowyn: "Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may."
Witch-king of Angmar: "Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!"
Éowyn: "But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Eomund's daughter."

The past is with us all, whether we like it or not.

Pippin: "I feel like I'm back at The Green Dragon after a hard day's work."
Merry: "Only, you've never done a hard day's work."

Only you can show what you are. You choose by what you do.

Calling a Dwarf dishonest in her own home? That's a recipe for strong gravy!

Statecraft is the art of attending to small matters as diligently as grand ones.

I'm not saying it's brutally hot in my attic apartment, but two Hobbits just threw a ring in here.

One thing we can do better than any creature in all Middle-earth. We stay true to each other, with our hearts even bigger than our feet.

Alone, it's just a journey. Now, adventures, they must be shared.

Fath may bind one heart, but it is too fine a thread from which to hang a kingdom.

As they came to the gates Círdan the Shipwright came forth to greet them. Very tall he was, and his beard was long, and he was grey and old, save that his eyes were keen as stars; and he looked at them and bowed, and said "All is now ready."

Eight there are here, yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him.

How long can living flesh endure where even sunlight fears to tread?

Since the mountain of fire's eruption, the Great Tree is all but bleeding leaves. Soon, the last will fall. And unless our people leave these shore, so shall we.

Miss Brandyfoot is young. With as much hair still to grow on her toes as sense between her ears.

The iron that must bear the most heavy of burdens must also endure the most rigorous tempering!

In my experience, it is unwise to live one's life guessing after signs and portents.

The forge's fire has a long gone cold under the mountain of Durin's folk. A shadow took our treasured halls. Now, it calls us back. Khazad-dûm! Speak, friend, and enter.