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“In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“Praise from the praise-worthy is beyond all rewards.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“Here was one with an air of high nobility such as Aragorn at times revealed, less high perhaps, yet also less incalculable and remote: one of the Kings of Men born into a later time, but touched with the wisdom and sadness of the Eldar Race. He knew now why Beregond spoke his name with love. He was a captain that men would follow, that he would follow, even under the shadow of the black wings.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

“But fear no more! I would not take this thing, if it lay by the highway. Not were Minas Tirith falling in ruin and I alone could save her, so, using the weapon of the Dark Lord for her good and my glory. No, I do not wish for such triumphs, Frodo son of Drogo.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“Then Frodo came forward and took the crown from Faramir and bore it to Gandalf; and Aragorn knelt, and Gandalf set the White Crown upon his head and said:
Now come the days of the King, and may they be blessed while the thrones of the Valar endure!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

“And Eowyn looked at Faramir long and steadily; and Faramir said: 'Do not scorn pity that is the gift of a gentle heart, Eowyn! But I do not offer you my pity. For you are a lady high and valiant and have yourself won renown that shall not be forgotten; and you are a lady beautiful, I deem, beyond even the words of the Elven-tongue to tell. And I love you. Once I pitied your sorrow. But now, were you sorrowless, without fear or any lack, were you the blissful Queen of Gondor, still I would love you. Eowyn, do you not love me?”
― J. R. R. Tolkien, Tales from the Perilous Realm

“And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien , The Return of the King

“And again she looked at Faramir. 'No longer do I desire to be a queen,' she said.
Then Faramir laughed merrily. 'That is well,' he said; 'for I am not a king. Yet I will wed with the White Lady of Rohan, if it be her will. And if she will, then let us cross the River and in happier days let us dwell in fair Ithilien and there make a garden. All things will grow with joy there, if the White Lady comes.”
― J. R. R. Tolkien

“Then the boat turned towards me, and stayed its pace, and floated slowly by within my hand's reach, yet I durst not handle it. It waded deep, as if it were heavily burdened, and it seemed to me as it passed under my gaze that it was almost filled with clear water, from which came the light; and lapped in the water a warrior lay asleep.

A broken sword was on his knee. I saw many wounds on him. it was Boromir, my brother, dead. I knew his gear, his sword, his beloved face. One thing only I missed: his horn. One thing only I knew not: a fair belt, as it were of linked golden leaves, about his waist.

Boromir! I cried. Where is thy horn? Whither goest thou? O Boromir! But he was gone. The boat turned into the stream and passed glimmering on into the night. Dreamlike it was, and yet no dream, for there was no waking.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“We are truth-speakers, we men of Gondor. We boast seldom, and then perform, or die in the attempt. "Not if I found it on the highway would I take it," I said. Even if I were such a man as to desire this thing, and even though I knew not clearly what this thing was when I spoke, still I should take those words as a vow, and be held by them.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

“Ever your desire is to appear lordly and generous as a king of old... But in desperate hours gentleness may be repaid with death.'
'So be it,' said Faramir.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“There goes a lord who tamed a wild shieldmaiden of the North!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

“It was as if they stood at the window of some elven-tower, curtained with threaded jewels of silver and gold, and ruby, sapphire and amethyst, all kindled with an unconsuming fire.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“you do not go, because only your brother called for you, and to look on the Lord Aragorn, Elendil's heir, in his triumph would now bring you no joy. Or because I do not go, and you desire still to be near me. And maybe for both these reasons, and you yourself cannot choose between them. Éowyn, do you not love me, or will you not?'
'I wished to be loved by another,' she answered, 'But I desire no man's pity.'
'That I know,' he said. 'You desired to have the love of the Lord Aragorn. Because he was high and puissant, and you wished to have renown and glory and to be lifted far above the mean things that crawl on the earth. And as a great captain may to a young soldier he seemed to you admirable. For so he is, a lord among men, the greatest that now is. But when he gave you only understanding and pity, then you desired to have nothing, unless a brave death in battle. Look at me, Éowyn!'
And Éowyn looked at Faramir long and steadily; and Faramir said: 'Do not scorn pity that is the gift of a gentle heart, Éowyn! But I do not offer you my pity, For you are a lady high and valiant and have yourself won renown that shall not be forgotten; and you are a lady beautiful, I deem, beyond even the words of the Elven-tongue to tell. And I love you. Once I pitied your sorrow. But now, were you sorrowless, without fear or any lack, were you the blissful Queen of Gondor, still I would love you. Éowyn do you not love me?'
Then the heart of Éowyn changed, or else at last she understood it. And suddenly her winter passed, and the sun shone on her.
'I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun,' she said; 'and behold! the Shadow has departed! I will be a sheildmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.' And again she looked at Faramir. 'No longer do I desire to be a queen,' she said.
Then Faramir laughed merrily. 'That is well,' he said; 'for I am not a king. Yet I will wed with the White Lady of Rohan, if it be her will. And if she will, then let us cross the River and in happier days let us dwell in fair Ithilien and there make a garden. All things will grow with joy there, if the White Lady comes.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

“Your land must be a realm of peace and content, and there must gardeners be in high honour.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

“E in quel momento le loro mani s'incontrarono e si strinsero, ma essi non lo sapevano. E continuavano ad attendere qualcosa. Poi a un tratto parve loro che sopra le creste dei monti lontani s'innalzasse un'altra imponente montagna di tenebre, giganteggiando come un'ombra che volesse inondare il mondo, puntellata di bagliori; poi un tremito percorse la terra e le mura della Città vibrarono. Un rumore simile a un sospiro si levò dalle campagne circostanti, e i loro cuori ricominciarono improvvisamente a battere.
"Mi ricorda Númenor", disse Faramir, e si stupì di udirsi parlare.
"Númenor?", ripeté Éowyn.
"Sì", disse Faramir, "la terra dell'Ovesturia che s'inabissò, e la grande ombra oscura che sommerse tutte le terre verdi e le colline e che avanzava, oscurità inesorabile. La sogno sovente".
"Allora credi che l'Oscurità stia arrivando?", disse Éowyn. "L'Oscurità Inesorabile?". E improvvisamente si strinse a lui.
"No", disse Faramir guardandola in viso. "Era soltanto un'immagine. Non so che cosa stia accadendo. Ragionando a mente lucida direi che una grande catastrofe è avvenuta, e che ci troviamo alla fine dei giorni. Ma il cuore mi smentisce, e le mie membra sono leggere, e sono invaso da una speranza e da una gioia che la ragione non può negare. Éowyn, Éowyn, Bianca Dama di Rohan, in questa ora io non credo che alcuna oscurità possa durare!". E, chinatosi, le baciò la fronte.
E rimasero così sulle mura di Gondor, mentre un grande vento si levava e soffiava fra i loro capelli, biondi e corvini, mescolandoli nell'aria. E l'Ombra scomparve, e il Sole fu svelato, e la luce crebbe; e le acque dell'Anduin brillarono come argento, e in tutte le case della Città gli uomini cantavano, spinti da una gioia inspiegabile che traboccava dai loro cuori.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

“A new character has come on the scene (I am sure I did not invent him, I did not even want him, though I like him, but there he came walking into the woods of Ithilien): Faramir, the brother of Boromir - and he is holding up the "catastrophe" by a lot of stuff about the history of Gondor and Rohan.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, J.R.R. Tolkien: A Biography

“Frodo stirred. And suddenly his heart went out to Faramir. ‘The storm has burst at last,â€� he thought. ‘This great array of spears and swords is going to Osgiliath. Will Faramir get across in time? He guessed it, but did he know the hour? And who can now hold the fords when the King of the Nine Riders comes? And other armies will come. I am too late. All is lost. I tarried on the way. All is lost. Even if my errand is performed, no one will ever know. There will be no one I can tell. It will be in vain.â€� Overcome with weakness he wept. And still the host of Morgul crossed the bridge.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers