Властелин Колец (комплект из 3 книг)

The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.

The clatter of his precious pans as they fell down into the dark was like a death-knell to his heart.

No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire.

When there's a whip, there's a will, my slugs.

If this nice friendliness would spread about in Mordor, half our trouble would be over.

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

To move an inch further was a pain and weariness to will and limb.

The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.

In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring;
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there may be 'tis cloudless night
And swaying beeches bear
The Elven stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.

He would have welcomed a fight - with not too many enemies at a time - rather than this hideous brooding uncertainty.