"If you don't come back, sir, then I shan't, that's certain," said Sam. "'Don't you leave him!' they said to me. 'Leave him!' I said. 'I never mean to. I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon."
The Two Towers, Book Four, Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit
...The early daylight was only just creeping down into the shadows under the trees, but he saw his master�s face very clearly, and his hands, too, lying at rest on the ground beside him. He was reminded suddenly of Frodo as he had lain, asleep in the house of Elrond, after his deadly wound. Then as he kept watch Sam had noticed that at times a light seemed to be shining faintly within; but now the light was even clearer and stronger. Frodo�s face was peaceful, the marks of fear and care had left it; but it looked old, old and beautiful, as if the chiselling of the shaping years was now revealed in many fine lines that had before been hidden, though the identitty of the face had not changed. Not that Sam Gamgee put it that way to himself. He shook his head, as if finding words useless, and murmured: �I love him. He�s like that, and sometimes it shines through, somehow. But I love him, whether or no.�
The Two Towers, Book Four, The Stairs of Cirith Ungol
�...I wonder if we�ll ever be put into songs or tales. We�re in one, of course; but I mean put into words, you know, told by the fireside, or read out of a great big book with red and black letters, years and years afterwards. And people will say: �Let�s hear more about Frodo and the Ring!� And they�ll say: �Yes, that�s one of my favorite stories. Frodo was very brave, wasn�t he dad?� �Yes, my boy, the famousest of all hobbits, and that�s saying a lot.��
'It�s saying a lot too much,� said Frodo, and he laughed, a long clear laugh from his heart. Such a sound had not been heard in those places since Sauron came to Middle Earth. To Sam suddenly it seemed as if all the stones were listening and the tall rocks leaning over them. But Frodo did not heed them; he laughed again. �Why Sam,� he said, �to hear you you somehow makes me as merry as if the story was already written. But you�ve left out one of the most important characters: Samwise the Stouthearted. �I want to hear more about Sam, dad. Why didn�t they put in more of his talk, dad? That�s what I like, it makes me laugh. And Frodo wouldn�t have got far without Sam, would he, dad?��
The Two Towers, Book Four, The Choices of Master Samwise
Frodo, Mr. Frodo!� he called. �Don�t leave me here alone! It�s your Sam calling. Don�t go where I can�t follow! Wake up Mr. Frodo! Oh wake up, Frodo, me dear, me dear. Wake up!�
...And for a moment he lifted up the Phial and looked down at his master, and the light burned gently now with the soft radiance of the evening-star in summer, and in that light Frodo�s face was fair of hue again, pale but beautiful with an Elvish beauty, as of one who has long passed the shadows. And with the bitter comfort of that last sight Sam turned and hid the light and stumbled on into the growing dark.
The Return of the King, Book Six, The Land of Shadow
Frodo sighed and was asleep almost before the words were spoken. Sam struggled with his own weariness, and he took Frodo�s hand; and there he sat silent until dead night fell. Then at last, to keep himself awake, he crawled from the hiding-place and looked out. The land seemed full of creaking and cracking and sly noises, but there was no sound of voice or foot. Far above the Ephel D�ath in the West the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for awhile. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out from the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. 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. His song in the tower had been in defiance rather than in hope; for then he was thinking of himself. Now, for a moment, his own fate, and even his master�s, ceased to trouble him. He crawled back into the brambles and laid himself at Frodo�s side, and putting away all fear he cast himself into a deep untroubled sleep.
The Return of the King, Book Five, The Field of Cormallen
And all the host laughed and wept, and in the midst of their merriment and tears the clear voice of the minstrel rose like silver and gold, and all men were hushed. And he sang to them, now in the Elven-tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness.
The Silmarillion
''Then again Iluvatar arose, and the Ainur perceived that his countenance was stern; and he lifted up his right hand, and behold! a third theme grew amid the confusion, and it was unlike the others. For it seemed at first soft and sweet, a mere rippling of gentle sounds in delicate melodies; but it could not be quenched and it took to itself power and profundity. And it seemed at last as though there were two musics progressing at one time before the seat of Iluvatar, and they were utterly at variance. The one was deep and wide and beautiful, but slow and blended with immeasurable sorrow, from which it's beauty chiefly came. The other had now achieved a unity of it's own; but it was loud and vain, and endlessly repeated; and it had little harmony, but rather a clamourous unison as of many trumpets braying upon a few notes. And it essayed to drown the other music by the violence of it's voice, but it seemed that it's most triumphant notes were taken by the other and woven into it's own solemn pattern.''