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“Sometimes it's beautiful and we fall in love with all that story. Even after a thousand pages we don't want to leave the world the writer has made for us, or the make-believe people who live there. You wouldn't leave after two thousand pages, if there were two thousand. The Rings trilogy of J.R.R.Tolkien is a perfect example of this. A thousand pages of hobbits hasn't been enough for three generations of post-World War II fantasy fans; even when you add in that clumsy, galumphing dirigible of an epilogue, The Silmarillion, it hasn't been enough. Hence Terry Brooks, Piers Anthony, Robert Jordan, the questing rabbits of Watership Down, and half a hundred others. The writers of these books are creating the hobbits they still love and pine for; they are trying to bring Frodo and Sam back from the Grey Havens because Tolkien is no longer around to do it for them.”
― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

“FRODO: I can’t do this, Sam.

SAM: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy. How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened. But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back; only they didn’t. Because they were holding on to something.

FRODO: What are we holding on to, Sam?

SAM: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for”
― Peter Jackson

“I want to see the wild country again before I die, and the Mountains; but he is still in love with the Shire, with woods and fields and little rivers.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“...Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“Look, Sam!' he cried, started into speech. 'Look! The king has got a crown again!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“Not all who wander are lost.
(Not all who are lost, wander)”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“There is indeed a wide waste of time between the River and the Mountain, between the loss and the finding. But the gap in the knowledge of the Wise has been filled at last. Yet too slowly. For the Enemy has been close behind, closer even than I feared.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

“In all the long wars with the Dark Tower treason has ever been our greatest foe.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

“ �ʲ�����.�� Nausicaä tugged on one of the legs of his pants. “What do your fae eyes see, Legolas?”
― Ashley Shuttleworth, A Dark and Hollow Star

“And the smell of the air! I used to spend a week just breathing.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

“Well, if one of us assholes is going to play you’re stunningly attractive defender, like hell I’m going to let it be fucking Thranduil over there.��
Arlo laughed despite herself. “I think of the two of you, you’re the one most like Thranduil.��
“You’re right. He’s nowhere near fabulous enough. He can be my slightly inferior but equally arrogant son, Legolas.��
“I’ll let you be the one to tell him the good news.”
― Ashley Shuttleworth, A Dark and Hollow Star

“I would cut off your head, dwarf, if it stood but a bit higher off the ground”
― Eomer

“Gandalf could be seen, glimmering in the gloom; he seemed small, and altogether alone: grey and bent, like a wizened tree before the onset of a storm.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring Photo Guide

“She shone like a window of glass upon a far hill in the westering sun, or as a remote lake seen from a mountain: a crystal fallen in the lap of the land.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring Photo Guide

“…н�� в чому так виразно не проявляється сила Темного Володаря, як у взаємному відчуженні всіх тих, хто досі йому не скорився.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“Inside was a pile of photographs, a bottle of perfume, a gold ring with a simple ball-chain through it, the kind of necklace that usually has dog tags on it. Wayne took out the ring and reverently lowered the chain around his neck, letting the wedding band rest on his chest.
“Nice ring, Mr. Frodo.��
Wayne looked up. “It was my mom’s.”
― S.A. Hunt, Burn the Dark

“They needed each other that in that moment. Two children cast in dire straits—opposite, yet so similar. Deep tragedy, near-complete amnesia, feelings of worthlessness, loneliness, and hatred eating both to the core, with no one on their side. In that moment, they discovered that they weren’t alone.

That there was still hope.

Still a chance for forgiveness.”
― Steven Raaymakers, A Canticle of Two Souls

“A nice pickle we have landed ourselves in, Mr. Frodo!”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“Saygılar ve Sevgiler Valinor'daki İki Ağaç gibi”
― Koray Yılmaz

“Only I hear the stones lament them.”
― TOLKIEN J. R. R.

“For it is perilous for mortal man to go out of the world of this Sun, and few of old came thence unchanged, 'tis said.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“There, there were airs moving, and echoes, and a sense of space. Here the air was still, stagnant, heavy, and sound fell dead. They walked as it were in a black vapour wrought of veritable darkness itself that, as it was breathed, brought blindness not only to the eyes but to the mind, so that even the memory of colours and of forms and of any light faded out of thought. Night always had been, and always would be, and night was all.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“Frodo: “Non posso farlo, Sam.��
Sam: “Lo so. È tutto sbagliato. Noi non dovremmo nemmeno essere qui. Ma ci siamo. È come nelle grandi storie, padron Frodo. Quelle che contano davvero. Erano piene di oscurità e pericoli, e a volte non volevi sapere il finale. Perché come poteva esserci un finale allegro? Come poteva il mondo tornare com’era dopo che erano successe tante cose brutte? Ma alla fine è solo una cosa passeggera, quest’ombra. Anche l’oscurità deve passare. Arriverà un nuovo giorno. E quando il sole splenderà, sarà ancora più luminoso. Quelle erano le storie che ti restavano dentro, che significavano qualcosa, anche se eri troppo piccolo per capire il perché. Ma credo, padron Frodo, di capire, ora. Adesso so. Le persone di quelle storie avevano molte occasioni di tornare indietro e non l’hanno fatto. Andavano avanti, perché loro erano aggrappate a qualcosa.”
― TOLKIEN J.R.R.

“Non tutto quel ch'è oro brilla,
né gli erranti son perduti.
Il vecchio ch'è forte non s'aggrinza
e le radici profonde non gelano.”
― J. R. R. Tolkien

“...And So It Came To Pass That The Hourglass Orifices Hexagonal Prismatics At Its Sandy Zenith, And Inside The Whorl Ring That Town Portal The Time Consumes The Empty Ethereal Tomb Was King Leoric's Crown, The Topaz Orange Elixir Of Magic Affixed In Time, And In The Second Awakening Cucked On A Hidden Shrine The Compass Rose That Ring Is Mine...My Own...My Precious Dime”
― Jonathan Mckinney

“...And So It Came To Pass That The Hourglass Orifices Hexagonal Prismatics At Its Sandy Zenith, And Inside The Whorl Ring That Town Portal The Time Consumes The Empty Ethereal Tomb Was King Leoric's Crown, The Topaz Orange Magic Elixir Was Affixed, And The Second Awakening Was That The Brilliant Dazzling Compass Rose Cucked On A Hidden Shrine But The Ring Was Mine...My Own...My Precious Diadem In Time...”
― Jonathan Mckinney

“Ali uspeh je bolan, a sa visokog mesta je lako pasti dole.”
― Tolkin D.R.R, Дети Хурина

“Pošto čovek koji beži od svog straha, može da otkrije da je samo pošao prečicom ka njemu.”
― Tolkin D.R.R, Дети Хурина

“A quick Joke Derived From Secret Of Mana Golden Key, Frodo- "This is (barrel rider) to (king smaug) do you read me?" Smaug- "Epic!”
― Jonathan Roy Mckinney Gero EagleO2

“Frodo stirred. And suddenly his heart went out to Faramir. ‘The storm has burst at last,�� 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.�� Overcome with weakness he wept. And still the host of Morgul crossed the bridge.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers