Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of Men comes crashing down. But it is not this day. This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!
What about side by side with a friend?[Gimli: Never thought I’d die fighting side by side with an Elf.]
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 that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.
Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered. A sword day, a red day… ere the sun rises!
You may triumph in the field of battle for a day, but against the power that has risen in the east, there is no victory.[to Gandalf]
Well, I’m taller than you were then. Though, I’m not likely to grow anymore, except sideways.[to Faramir]
Now, listen carefully. Lord Denethor is Boromir’s father. To give him news of his beloved son’s death would be most unwise. And do not mention Frodo, or the Ring. And say nothing of Aragorn either. In fact, it’s better if you don’t speak at all, Peregrin Took.