I prefer those from the Silmarillion... there are so many sad ones *sob*
From Lotr there are for example
"Theyre sailin, sailin, sailin, into the west and leavin us..."
- quite a simple sentence, but I love it.
Theres also the Fall of Baraddur, but no special quote for that...
"Farewell, O twice beloved! Túrin Turambar turun ambartanen: Master of Doom, by Doom mastered! O happy to be dead!!" (Nienor)
"Hail Gurthang! No lord or loyalty dost thou know, save the hand that wieldeth thee. From no blood wilt thou shrink. Wilt thou drink my blood? Wilt thou slay me swiftly?" (Turin)
"War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but 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." (Faramir; not too sad but reminds me of how horrible war is)
"The enemy? His sense of duty is no less than yours, I deem.
I wonder what his name is, where he came from, and if he was really evil at heart, or what lies or threats led him on this long march from home, and if he would not rather have stayed there... in peace." (Faramir)
"GREAT IS THE FALL OF GONDOLIN" (Prophecy of Mandos... I think the whole prophecy is one of the saddest parts in the Silmarillion, but I dont know the whole by heart so I cant type it 😛)
"By the command of Morgoth the Orcs with great labour gathered the bodies of all those who had fallen in the great battle, and all their harness and weapons, and piled them in a great mound in the midst of Anfauglith; and it was like a hill that could be seen from afar. Haudh-en-Ndengin, the Elves named it, the Hill of the Slain, and Haudh-en-Nirnaeth, the Hill of Tears. But grass came there and grew again long and green upon that hill, alone in all the desert that Morgoth made; and no creature of Morgoth trod thereafter upon the earth beneath which the swords of the Eldar and the Edain crumbled into rust."
"At last Fingon stood alone with his guard dead about him; and he fought with Gothmog, until another Balrog came behind and cast a thong of fire about him. Then Gothmog hewed him with his black axe, and a white flame sprang up from the helm of Fingon as it was cloven. Thus fell the High King of the Noldor; and they beat him into the dust with their maces; and his banner, blue and silver, they trod into the mire of his blood."
"It will beginn with Rohan!" (Saruman in TT)
"The old world will burn in the fires of industry"
"I can't remember the taste of food, nor the sound of water, the touch of grass."
"I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are of evil"
The last words of Finrod are also great... have to look them up
And the kinslaying... especially when sung by Sauron to defeat Finrod
(...)
Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing
in Valinor, the red blood flowing
beside the sea, where the Noldor slew
the Foamriders, and stealing drew
their white ships with their white sails
from lamplit havens. The wind wails.
The wolf howls, the ravens flee
the ice mutters in the mouths of the sea
the captives sad in Angband mourn
thunder rumbles, fires burn
- and Finrod fell before the throne.
Be he friend or foe, whether demon of Morgoth or elf or child of men, or any other living thing in Arda, neither law, nor love, nor league of hell, nor might of the Valar, nor any power of wizardry shall defend him from the pursuing hate of Feanors sons, if he take or find a Silmaril and keep it. For the Silmarils we along claim, until the world ends
(not the quote itself, but the results of it...)
For the less even as for the greater there is some deed that he can accomplish but once only; and in that deed his heart shall rest. It may be that I can unlock my jewels, and never again shall I make their like; and if I shall break them, I shall break my heart, and I shall be slain, first of all Eldar of Aman [not the first]. This thing I will not do of free will. But if the Valar will constrain me, then I shall know indeed that Melkor is of their kindred
Gedruron Fréafíras under sceadu… Géo læg riht weg westanweard, nú sind alle wegas forcrymbed… Déaþscúa ús liþ hefig on… Nú swíþe feor is seo Niþerhrorene
Twas Dailir his dart dearly prized
he had found by his foot, in fragments twain
and with barbs bended - it broke at last
neath his body falling. It boded ill...
In that vast shadow once of yore
Fingolfin stood: his shield he bore
with field of heaven's blue and star
of crystal shining pale afar.
In overmastering wrath and hate
desperate he smote upon that gate,
the Gnomish king, there standing lone,
while endless fortresses of stone
engulfed the thin clear ringing keen
of silver horn on baldric green.
His hopeless challenge dauntless cried
Fingolfin there: 'Come, open wide,
dark king, you ghatsly brazen doors!
Come forth, whom earth and heaven abhors!
Come forth, O monstruous craven lord,
and fight with thine own hand and sword,
thou wielder of hosts of banded thralls,
thou tyrant leaguered with strong walls,
thou foe of Gods and elvish race!
I wait thee here. Come! Show thy face!'
Then Morgoth came. For the last time
in those great wars he dared to climb
from subterranean throne profound,
the rumour of his feet a sound
of rumbling earthquake underground.
Black-armoured, towering, iron-crowned
he issued forth; his mighty shield
a vast unblazoned sable field
with shadow like a thundercloud;
and o'er the gleaming king it bowed,
as huge aloft like mace he hurled
that hammer of the underworld,
Grond. Clanging to ground it tumbled
down like a thunder-bolt, and crumbled
the rocks beneath it; smoke up-started,
a pit yawned, and a fire darted.
Fingolfin like a shooting light
beneath a cloud, a stab of white,
sprang then aside, and Ringil drew
like ice that gleameth cold and blue,
his sword devised of elvish skill
to pierce the flesh with deadly chill.
With seven wounds it rent his foe,
and seven mighty cries of woe
rang in the mountains, and the earth quook,
and Angband's trembling armies shook.
Yet Orcs would after laughing tell
of the duel at the gates of hell;
though elvish song thereof was made
ere this but one - when sad was laid
the mighty king in barrow high
and Thorndor, Eagle of the sky,
the dreadful tidings brought and told
to mourning Elfinesse of old.
Thrice was Fingolfin with great blows
to his knees beaten, thrice he rose
still leaping up beneath the cloud
aloft to hold star-shining, proud,
his stricken shield, his sundered helm,
that dark nor might could overwhelm
till all the earth was burst and rent
in pits about him. He was spent.
His feet stumbled. He fell to wreck
upon the ground, and on his neck
a foot like rooted hills was set,
and he was crushed - not conquered yet;
one last despairing stroke he gave:
the mighty foot pale Ringil clave
about the heel, and black the blood
gushed as from smoking fount in flood.
Halt goes for ever from that stroke
great Morgoth; but the king he broke,
and would have hewn and mangled thrown
to wolves devouring. Lo! from throne
that Manwë bade him build on high,
on peak unscaled beneath the sky,
Morgoth to watch, now down there swooped
Thorndor the King of Eagles, stooped,
and rending beak of gold he smote
in Bauglir's face, then up did float
on pinions thirty fathoms wide
bearing away, though loud they cried,
the mighty corse, the elven-king;
and where the mountains make a ring
far to the south about that plain
where after Gondolin did reign,
embattled city, at great height
upon a dizzy snowcap white
in mounded cairn the mighty dead
he laid upon the mountain's head.
Never Orc nor demon after dared
that pass to climb, o'er which they stared
Fingolfin's high and holy tomb,
till Gondolin's appointed doom.
... and so on...
For at the feet's fetters then feeling in the dark
Beleg blundering with his blade's keenness
unwary wounded the weary flesh
of wayworn foot, and welling blood
bedewed his hand – too dark his magic:
that sleep profound was sudden fathomed
in fear woke Túrin, and a form he guessed
o'er his body bending with blade naked.
His death or torment he deemed was come
for oft had the Orcs for evil pastime
him goaded gleeful and gashed with knives
that they cast with cunning, with cruel spears.
Lo! the bonds were burst that had bound his hands:
his cry of battle calling hoarsely
he flung him fiercely on the foe he dreamed,
and Beleg falling breathless earthward
was crushed beneath him. Crazed with anguish
then seized that sword the son of Húrin,
to his hand lying by the help of doom;
at the throat he thrust; through he pierced it,
that the blood was buried in the blood-wet mould;
ere Flinding knew what fared that night,
all was over. With oath and curse
he bade the goblins now guard them well,
or sup his sword: Lo! the son of Húrin
is freed from his fetters. His fancy wandered
in the camps and clearing of the cruel Glamhoth.
Flight he sought not at Flinding leaping
with his last laughter, his life to sell
amid foes imagined; but Fuilin's son
there stricken with amaze, starting backward,
cried: Magic of Morgoth! A! madness damned!
with friends thou fightest! – then falling suddenly
the lamp o'erturned in the leaves shrouded
that its light released illumined pale
with its flickering flame the face of Beleg.
Upon all waters of the world they sailed, seeking they knew not what...
Ananta uva tare farea, ufarea!
Man tare antava nin Iluvatar, Iluvatar
Enyare tar i tyel, ire Anarinya qeluva?
But oft she would watch the sun's fading, | As the cold of night crept across the moors.
So used to feeling the spirit sink, | She had not felt her own heart's wish.
(soundtrack)
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning? | Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
'That what should be shall be,' she answered. 'The love of the Elves for their land and their works is deeper than the deeps of the Sea, and their regret is undying and cannot ever wholly be assuaged. Yet they will cast all away rather than submit to Sauron: for they know him now. For the fate of Lothlorien you are not answerable, but only for the doing of your own task. Yet I could wish, were it of any avail, that the One Ring had never been wrought, or had remained for ever lost.'
YEY I love quoting
"Here shall you fail of all your hopes, and here may you yet die the same death as I." ---Eol to Maeglin
....and so terrible was his face, lit by the lightning that flickered all about them..... ---the death of Beleg
"...I must leave it now. Farewell!" ---Thorin to Bilbo before dying
This one always makes me cry:
"Grieve not! It is forgiven. Great heart will not be denied. Live now in blessedness, and when you sit in peace with your pipe, think of me! For never now shall I sit with you in Meduseld, as I promised, or listen to your herb-lore." ---dying Theoden to Merry
then at the Houses of Healing:
"He is dead. It has brought it all back to me. He said he was sorry he had never had a chance of talking herb-lore with me. Almost the last thing he ever said. I shan't ever be able to smoke again without thinking of him.
'Smoke then, and think of him!', said Aragorn. 'For he was a gentle heart and a great King and kept his oaths; and he rose out of the shadows to a last fair morning. Though your service to him was brief, it should be a memory glad and honourable to the end of your days.'"---Merry and Aragorn in HoH.
Phew! sorry..I just love those quotes so much. 🙁
"it may be that we shall not meet a second time in death or life" ---Finrod to Beren 🙁
Movies:
"And we forgot the taste of bread..the sound of tress..the softness of the wind." ---Smeagol
You wish now that our places have been exchanged? That I had died and Boromir had lived?
Yes..I wish that.
Since you are robbed of Boromir..I will do what I can in his stead. If I should return..think better of me, Father." ---Denethor and Faramir
"No..no...I am going to save you.
You already did. Eowyn..my body is broken..you have to let me go." -Theoden and Eowyn
"I can't recall the taste of food..nor..the sound of water, the touch of grass. I..I'm naked in the dark. There's nothing...no veil...between me..and the Wheel of Fire..I can see him..through my waking eyes."
There are several more...I just can't think of too many right now. 🙂
The scene where Elrond is talkinhg to Arwen about Aragorn and her mortality made me cry. You saw "what if" scenes into the future, and they were so sad. My heart is sinking now just remembering it. 🙁 And it was also sad when Smeagol's bad side said to him "...Murderer!" And he could only say "Go away....!" That was sad. He must feel very guilty about doing that... All for the ring, he killed him. A friend... So sad. And I do remember the "Don't go where I can't follow", too. It didn't make me feel sad, though, not much at least. It was so true, because he couldn't follow him in a dream, or whatever it was. Was Frodo about to die or something there? And the poem that Smeagol said, which I personally think is about how hard his and the Hobbits' journey is going to be.
"Cold be heart and hand and bone
Cold be travelers far from home
They do not see what lies ahead
When sun has failed and moon is dead"
That's kinda depressing to me...
Now Rochallor had stayed beside the king until the end, but the wolves of Angband assailed him, and he escaped from them because of his great swiftness, and ran at last to Hithlum, and broke his heart and died... (About Fingolfin's death)
"Now is the Quest achieved," he said, "and my doom full-wrought"; and he spoke no more. (Beren before he died)
Yet neither by wolf, nor by Balrog, nor by Dragon, would Morgoth have achieved his end, but for the treachery of Men.
"Is is farewell, then, son of Húrin?" (Beleg)
"Hail Nienor, daughter of Húrin. We meet again ere the end. I give thee joy that thou hast found thy brother at last. And now thou shalt know him: a stabber in the dark, treacherous to foes, faithless to his friends, and a curse unto his kin, Túrin son of Húrin! But the worst of all his deeds thou shalt feel in thyself!" (Glaurung to Nienor)
"Do candles pity moths?"
"Or moths candles, when the wind blows them out? (...) But too soon in the Northwind his flame will go out"
(conversation of Finrod and the mortal woman Andreth about her love to the elf Aegnor whom she compares with a bright flame. Not long after this conversation Aegnor died)
Originally posted by pip-foot
I think s-b and Exa have taken just about every quote i would have posted. But i thihnk the most sad ones are" there wont be a shire pip"
"dont go where i cant follow"
"i would have followed you my borther...my captian...my king!"
I also think those ones are sad...and this one:
"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? how do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand, there is no going back. There are some things time cannot mend, some hurts that go too deep that have taken hold."
I had cried and was crying a lot by that part of the film...🙁