Shake paws, count your claws, You steal mine, I'll borrow yours. Watch my whiskers, check both ears. Robber foxes have no fears. Brian Jacques More Quotes by Brian Jacques More Quotes From Brian Jacques 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 grief nature memories 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. Brian Jacques frustration loyalty dream Where's the point in fighting and slaying if you can make a friend out of anybeast instead of a foe? Brian Jacques slaying foe fighting Are you going to go down on your knees and beg for your life, old one?" Abbot Mortimer stared calmly into Cluny's savage eye. "I will never bend my knee on my own behalf. However, if I thought I could save the life of one of my friends I would gladly fall down on both knees. But I know you, Cluny, better than you know yourself. There is not a scrap of pity or mercy in your heart, only a burning desire for vengeance. Therefore, I will not kneel to one who is consumed by evil. Brian Jacques eye heart fall Imagination is a gift given to us from God and each one of us use it differently. Brian Jacques given imagination use 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 Brian Jacques warrior evil bravery A little (one) can sometimes see things in others that us older ones cannot because our judgement gets clouded. —Abbot Saxtus Brian Jacques judgement littles sometimes 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. Brian Jacques rain running fall 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. Brian Jacques blue heart writing 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. Brian Jacques matter littles beautiful Who knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic. Personally, I think it's the warrior who wields it. Brian Jacques warrior magic thinking Courage is the moment when an ordinary being becomes an extraordinary being. Brian Jacques extraordinary moments ordinary A mouse is small and can go unnoticed: but there is no limit to what a brave heart and a fearless spirit can achieve. Brian Jacques fearless brave heart 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. Brian Jacques fruit lunch littles 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. Brian Jacques queens robins thinking 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! Brian Jacques long-ago wind night 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 Brian Jacques warrior heart night Aha! Today I shall become an author! And I will auth and auth and auth and make a squillion dollars, whoopee! Brian Jacques dollars today 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 sad heart memories 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. Brian Jacques stars dark night
