The Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers

23 quotes
Year: 
2002
Country: 
USA, New Zealand
Genres: 
Fantasy, Action, Adventure

— 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. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
— What are we holding on to, Sam?
— That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.

- 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. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
- What are we holding on to, Sam?
- That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.
- 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. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
- What are we holding on to, Sam?
- That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.
- 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. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
- What are we holding on to, Sam?
- That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.
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— You have some skill with a blade.
Women of this country learned long ago: those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
— What do you fear, my lady?
— A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
— You are a daughter of kings... A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.

- You have some skill with a blade.
- Women of this country learned long ago: those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
- What do you fear, my lady?
- A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
- You are a daughter of kings... A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.
- You have some skill with a blade.
- Women of this country learned long ago: those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
- What do you fear, my lady?
- A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
- You are a daughter of kings... A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.
- You have some skill with a blade.
- Women of this country learned long ago: those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
- What do you fear, my lady?
- A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
- You are a daughter of kings... A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.
- You have some skill with a blade.
- Women of this country learned long ago: those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
- What do you fear, my lady?
- A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
- You are a daughter of kings... A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.
- You have some skill with a blade.
- Women of this country learned long ago: those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
- What do you fear, my lady?
- A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.
- You are a daughter of kings... A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.
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— Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. At last, that these evil days shall be mine... The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house...
— Theodred's death was not of your making.
— No parent should have to bury their child.

- Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. At last, that these evil days shall be mine... The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house...
- Theodred's death was not of your making.
- No parent should have to bury their child.
- Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. At last, that these evil days shall be mine... The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house...
- Theodred's death was not of your making.
- No parent should have to bury their child.
- Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. At last, that these evil days shall be mine... The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house...
- Theodred's death was not of your making.
- No parent should have to bury their child.
- Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. At last, that these evil days shall be mine... The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house...
- Theodred's death was not of your making.
- No parent should have to bury their child.
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You will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death. An image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory, undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter... you will linger on in darkness and in doubt, as night falling winter has come without a star. Here you will dwell... bound to you grief, under the fading trees... until all the world has changed... and the long years of your life are utterly spent.

You will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death. An image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory, undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter... you will linger on in darkness and in doubt, as night falling winter has come without a star. Here you will dwell... bound to you grief, under the fading trees... until all the world has changed... and the long years of your life are utterly spent.
You will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death. An image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory, undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter... you will linger on in darkness and in doubt, as night falling winter has come without a star. Here you will dwell... bound to you grief, under the fading trees... until all the world has changed... and the long years of your life are utterly spent.
You will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death. An image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory, undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter... you will linger on in darkness and in doubt, as night falling winter has come without a star. Here you will dwell... bound to you grief, under the fading trees... until all the world has changed... and the long years of your life are utterly spent.
You will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you. No comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death. An image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory, undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter... you will linger on in darkness and in doubt, as night falling winter has come without a star. Here you will dwell... bound to you grief, under the fading trees... until all the world has changed... and the long years of your life are utterly spent.
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— I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales.
— What?
— I wonder if people will ever say: «Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring». And they'll say: «Yes! That's one of my favorite stories». «Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?» «Yes, my boy. The most famousest of hobbits. And that's saying a lot».
— Well, you've left out one of the chief characters: «Samwise the Brave». I want to hear more about Sam. Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam.
— Now, Mr. Frodo, you shouldn't make fun. I was being serious.
— So was I.

- I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales.
- What? 
- I wonder if people will ever say: «Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring». And they'll say: «Yes! That's one of my favorite stories». «Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?» «Yes, my boy. The most famousest of hobbits. And that's saying a lot».
- Well, you've left out one of the chief characters: «Samwise the Brave». I want to hear more about Sam. Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam.
- Now, Mr. Frodo, you shouldn't make fun. I was being serious.
- So was I.
- I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales.
- What? 
- I wonder if people will ever say: «Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring». And they'll say: «Yes! That's one of my favorite stories». «Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?» «Yes, my boy. The most famousest of hobbits. And that's saying a lot».
- Well, you've left out one of the chief characters: «Samwise the Brave». I want to hear more about Sam. Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam.
- Now, Mr. Frodo, you shouldn't make fun. I was being serious.
- So was I.
- I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales.
- What? 
- I wonder if people will ever say: «Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring». And they'll say: «Yes! That's one of my favorite stories». «Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?» «Yes, my boy. The most famousest of hobbits. And that's saying a lot».
- Well, you've left out one of the chief characters: «Samwise the Brave». I want to hear more about Sam. Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam.
- Now, Mr. Frodo, you shouldn't make fun. I was being serious.
- So was I.
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— Leave me alone, you snake!
— Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness... in the bitter watches of the night... when all your life seems to shrink. The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild thing in. So fair. So cold. Like a morning of pale spring... still clinging to winter's chill.

- Leave me alone, you snake!
- Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness... in the bitter watches of the night... when all your life seems to shrink. The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild  thing in. So fair. So cold. Like a morning of pale spring... still clinging to winter's chill.
- Leave me alone, you snake!
- Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness... in the bitter watches of the night... when all your life seems to shrink. The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild  thing in. So fair. So cold. Like a morning of pale spring... still clinging to winter's chill.
- Leave me alone, you snake!
- Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness... in the bitter watches of the night... when all your life seems to shrink. The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild  thing in. So fair. So cold. Like a morning of pale spring... still clinging to winter's chill.
- Leave me alone, you snake!
- Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness... in the bitter watches of the night... when all your life seems to shrink. The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hutch to trammel some wild  thing in. So fair. So cold. Like a morning of pale spring... still clinging to winter's chill.
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— It’s talking, Merry. The tree is talking!
— Tree?! I am no tree. I am an Ent.
— A treeherder! A shepherd of the forest!
— Don’t talk to it, Merry. Don’t encourage it.
— Treebeard, some call me.
— And whose side are you on?
— Side? I am on nobody’s side... because nobody’s on my side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.

- It’s talking, Merry. The tree is talking!
- Tree?! I am no tree. I am an Ent.
- A treeherder! A shepherd of the forest!
- Don’t talk to it, Merry. Don’t encourage it.
- Treebeard, some call me.
- And whose side are you on?
- Side? I am on nobody’s side... because nobody’s on my side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
- It’s talking, Merry. The tree is talking!
- Tree?! I am no tree. I am an Ent.
- A treeherder! A shepherd of the forest!
- Don’t talk to it, Merry. Don’t encourage it.
- Treebeard, some call me.
- And whose side are you on?
- Side? I am on nobody’s side... because nobody’s on my side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
- It’s talking, Merry. The tree is talking!
- Tree?! I am no tree. I am an Ent.
- A treeherder! A shepherd of the forest!
- Don’t talk to it, Merry. Don’t encourage it.
- Treebeard, some call me.
- And whose side are you on?
- Side? I am on nobody’s side... because nobody’s on my side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
- It’s talking, Merry. The tree is talking!
- Tree?! I am no tree. I am an Ent.
- A treeherder! A shepherd of the forest!
- Don’t talk to it, Merry. Don’t encourage it.
- Treebeard, some call me.
- And whose side are you on?
- Side? I am on nobody’s side... because nobody’s on my side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.
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