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Gimli: Mortals cannot go drinking ent-draughts and expect no more to come of it than a pot of beer.

Tolkien: Never for long had hope died in his staunch heart, and always until now had he taken some thought for their return. But the bitter truth came home to him at last ... But even as hope died in Sam, or seemed to die, it was turned to a new strength.

Gandalf: Who knows that she spoke to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bower closing in about her, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in.

Éowyn: I am of the House of Eorl, and I do not fear either pain or death.
Aragorn: What do you fear, lady?
Éowyn: A cage.

Aragorn: Many hopes will wither in this bitter spring.

Aragorn: Few other griefs amid the ill chances of this world have more bitterness and shame for a man's heart than to behold the love of a lady so fair and brave that cannot be returned.

Gandalf: The rule of no realm is mine, either of Gondor nor any other, great or small. But all worthy things that are in peril as the world now stands, those are my care. And for my part, I shall not wholly fail of my task, though Gondor should perish, if anything passes through this night that can still grow fair or bear fruit and flower again in the days to come. For I also am a steward. Did you not know?