Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.— Brian Jacques
The most reckoning Brian Jacques quotes that will activate your desire to change
You will find joy, frustration and sorrow in your quest.
Never forget that friendship and loyalty are more precious than riches...Happiness can be brief, but it knows no time in the land of dreams.
When the sun sets like fire, I will think of you, when the moon casts its light, I'll remember, too, if a soft rain falls gently, I'll stand in this place, recalling the last time, I saw your kind face. Good fortune go with you, to your journey's end, let the waters run calmly, for you, my dear friend.
I enjoy walking my dog and completing crossword puzzles.
Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.
Friar Hugo, old friend, brace yourself.
I am the bearer of tragic news!" Alarm spread across Hugo's pudgy features. "Tell me, Jess. What dreadful thing has happened?" Jess spoke haltingly in a broken voice. "I fear that Cluny has tore up one of your oldest and most venerable dishrags. Alas, Redwall will never see it wipe another plate.
So here is my story, may it bring Some smiles and a tear or so, It happened once upon a time, Far away, and long ago, Outside the night wind keens and wails, Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!
Even the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep.
It shows they have a great heart, one that can feel compassion for others." —Cornflower
Defend the weak, protect both young and old, never desert your friends.
Give justice to all, be fearless in battle and always ready to defend the right." —The law of Badger Lords
But the warriors true, the brave of heart Who valiently upheld the right They are raised on high to the velvet sky Bringing light to the darkness of night
A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
Step aside? I step aside for nobeast, whether it be a hallowed hedgehog, an officious otter, a seasoned squirrel, a mutterin' mole or a befuddled badger!
A mouse is small and can go unnoticed: but there is no limit to what a brave heart and a fearless spirit can achieve.
Sometimes the gift of an inquisitive nature to the young can be greater than that of the wisdom which comes of age.
I will not stand here to be insulted by you, hedgepig," Mangiz fumed.
"Then stand somewhere else and I'll insult you there, featherbag!!
I wanted to write something visual that I could read to the children.
This was when I created the idea of Redwall Abbey in my imagination. As I wrote, the idea grew, and the manuscript along with it.
Food to eat and games to play. Tell me why, tell me why. Serve it out and eat it up. Have a try, have a try.
Shake paws, count your claws, You steal mine, I'll borrow yours.
Watch my whiskers, check both ears. Robber foxes have no fears.
Weapons may be carried by creatures who are evil, dishonest, violent or lazy.
The true warrior is good, gentle and honest. His bravery comes from within himself; he learns to conquer his own fears and misdeeds. —Matthias
There is no greater evil than killing.
I don't care whether they call it war or justice. Life is precious.
your lives be as full and happy as ours,and may the seasons be kind to you and your friends. The door of our Abbey is always open to any travellers roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.
Who knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic.
Personally, I think it's the warrior who wields it.
It's a long hard road ahead for you, little warrior. Enjoy a happy day while you can. —Boldred
Knowledge is a thing that one cannot have enough of.
It is the fruit of wisdom, to be eaten carefully and digested fully, unlike that lunch you are bolting down, little friend.
Any weapon is a good weapon as long as ye can use it with honor and skill.
Pick-a-lock, Pick-a-lock, you'll regret the day, When you took a mouse thief and locked him away, Silly cat, look at that, it's two for one, A thief and a warrior, by dawn will be gone.
The advice I continually give to young writers is this, "Learn to paint pictures with words." Not just once upon a time, but ... In the long secret dust of ages, beneath a blue forgotten sky, where trade winds caress the sun bleached shores of unknown realms ... See, as much as there are words in poetry, there is a poetry in words. Use it, stay faithful to the path you have set your heart upon and follow it.
Sala-manda-stron, look out here we come, A thief a warrior and a mole.
Though the quest may take its toll, We'll march until we reach our goal.
All little creatures are beautiful...every living thing when it first sees life is born in beauty. What they grow to be is a different matter.
I sometimes think it ironic for an ex-seaman, longshoreman, truck driver, policeman, bus driver, etc... to find success writing children's novels.
My values are not based on violence. My values are based on courage, which you see time and time again in my books. A warrior isn't somebody like Bruce Willis or Arnold Schwarzenegger. A warrior can be any age. A warrior is a person people look up to.
If y'can't see with yore own two eyes what's in front of them, then y'better off closin' 'em an' goin' t'sleep, 'tis far more restful! —Gerul
He came with death held in his paw Which no rat born could face Oh woe to those who break the law Of Sunflash and his mace!
I wrote about a bird that cleaned a crocodile's teeth.
The story was so good that my teacher could not believe that a ten-year-old could write that well. I was even punished because my teacher thought I'd lied about writing it! I had always loved to write, but it was then that I realized that I had a talent for it.
Courage is the moment when an ordinary being becomes an extraordinary being.
Imagination is a gift given to us from God and each one of us use it differently.
Each of us is born to follow a star, be it bright and shining or dark and fated.
Sometimes the path of these stars will cross, bringing love or hatred. However, if you look up at the skies on a clear night, out of all the countless lights that twinkle and shine, there will come one. That star will be seen in a blaze, burning a path of light across the roof of the earth, a great comet.
The more 'otter it is, the more 'otter otters likes it
Sometimes, I get ideas from dreams. Often, my stories are based on adventures that I, or my friends, have actually lived.
We could have chopped down the sycamore with this.
Sighing restlessly, the boundless sea broke huge rollers into white cream which hissed hungrily up to the tideline.
Where's the point in fighting and slaying if you can make a friend out of anybeast instead of a foe?
Absoballylutely top hole, wot. A and B the C of D I'd say. . . Above and Beyond the Call of Duty.
A little (one) can sometimes see things in others that us older ones cannot because our judgement gets clouded. —Abbot Saxtus
Tell the Queen that there's been a robin red-breast hanging about Kotir grounds.
It flies down low and vanishes near the floor. Cludd thinks it might be something to do with those woodlanders. Now, I'm to say nothing to Fortunata or Ashleg... 'I must tell the Queen that a robin has seen Cludd hanging about. No, that's not right. I must tellt he robin taht Cludd has been hanging the Queen.
The Land of Dreams, that mystical realm, where the oddest of visions appear, come wander through scenes of joyful peace, or stampeded through nightmares of fear. Dare we open those secret doors, down dusty paths of mind, in long-forgotten corners, what memories we'll find. Who rules o'er the Kingdom of Night, where all is not what it seems? 'Tis I, the Weaver of Tales, for I am the Dreamer of Dreams!
Aha! Today I shall become an author! And I will auth and auth and auth and make a squillion dollars, whoopee!
I think that others can drive a creature to naughtiness, always accusing and blaming them. After a while it must make the creature unhappy and drive him...to be naughty, because nobody expects them to be good.
There are enough cowards in the world without killing a brave creature for so little reason.
I still pinch meself when I wake up of a morning.
..Who ever thought I'd be a children's author -- let alone a best-selling children's author? I feel I should still be driving a truck, or (working as) a longshoreman.