Quotes from J.R.R. Tolkien

We have had enough of the old men and the money-counters!" And people further off took up the cry: "Up Bowman, and down with the moneybags,

Dawn is ever the hope of men.

Struck by lightning! Struck by lightning!

You have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.

Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.

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

All that is gold does not glitter.Not all those who wander are lost:The old that is strong does not wither.Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

Touching your cap to the squire may be damn bad for the squire, but it's damn good for you.

The chief purpose of life, for any of us, is to increase according to our capacity our knowledge of God by all means we have, and to be moved by it to praise and thanks.

Not all that have fallen are vanquished.

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

Few can see wither their road will lead them, till they comes to it's end. - Gimli

To crooked eyes truth may wear a wry face

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

It needs but one foe to breed a war, and those who have not swords can still die upon them.

Never laugh at live dragons.

It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.

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.

The 'Elves' are 'immortal', at least as far as this world goes: and hence are concerned rather with the griefs and burdens of deathlessness in time and change, than with death.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren land; long heath, broth furze, any thing.

Strider" I am to one fat man who lives within a day's march of foes that would freeze his heart, or lay his little town in ruin, if he were not guarded ceaselessly. Yet we would not have it otherwise. If simple folk are free from care and fear, simple they will be, and we must be secret to keep them so.

We have sworn, and not lightly. This oath we will keep. We are threatened with many evils, and treason not least; but one thing is not said: that we shall suffer from cowardice, from cravens or the fear of cravens. Therefore I say that we will go on, and this doom I add: the deeds that we shall do shall be the matter of song until the last days of Arda.