“Arise! Arise! Riders of Théoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword-day! A red day, ere the sun rises!”
“Ride now, ride now, ride! Ride for ruin and the world's ending!”
“Death!”
“Death!”
“Death!”

His envy grew then the greater with him; and he also took visible form, but because of his mood and malice that burned in him that form was dark and terrible. And he descended upon Arda in power and majesty greater than any other of the Valar, as a mountain that wades in the sea and has its head above the clouds and is clad in ice and crowned with smoke and fire; and the light of the eyes of Melkor was like a flame that withers with heat and pierces with a deadly cold"

Théoden: “Gríma, you need not follow him. You were not always as you are now. You were once a man of Rohan! Come down.”
Saruman: “A man of Rohan? What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn
where brigands drink in the reek and rats roll on the floor with the dogs?
Victory at helms deep does not belong to you, Théoden, horsemaster!
You are a lesser son of greater sires.”

og

Elrond: "If Sauron is defeated, and Aragorn made king and all that you hoped for comes true, 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.
Arwen…. there is nothing for you here, only death.

Fëanor
“None and none! What I have left behind I count now no loss; needless baggage on the road it has proved. Let those that cursed my name, curse me still, and whine their way back to the cages of the Valar! Let the ships burn!”

dont be hasty

“Arise! Arise! Riders of Théoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword-day! A red day, ere the sun rises!”
“Ride now, ride now, ride! Ride for ruin and the world's ending!”
“Death!”
“Death!”
“Death!”

“Dwarfs swimming with hairy women!”

leave now and newer come back,
leave now and newer come back,
leave now and newer come back,

“Heill sé þér Jarendill, nafntogaðastur allra sæfara, hinn eftirvænti sem kemur óvæntur, hinn vonaði sem kemur utan allra vona! Heill Jarendill, þú kemur með ljósið sem er eldra en sólin og tunglið! Dýrð Jarðbarna, stjörnu í myrkri, sólseturgimsteinn, bjarma dögunnar!”