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.
It's a long hard road ahead for you, little warrior. Enjoy a happy day while you can. —Boldred
Armel shrugged. I suppose so, Brother, but why do creatures have to fight? Demple picked Mudge up and placed him on his shoulder. Because there's always good and bad in the land, and goodbeasts have t...
A little (one) can sometimes see things in others that us older ones cannot because our judgement gets clouded. —Abbot Saxtus
Is because you are kind and good, not a hard-hearted pitiless rat like Cluny. Please listen to me. Even the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep. It shows they have a great heart, one that can fe...
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...
There is no greater evil than killing. I don't care whether they call it war or justice. Life is precious.
Redwall
Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, the drums are beatin' braw. Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, are ye marchin' off tae war?
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
I fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean...
Even the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep. It shows they have a great heart, one that can feel compassion for others. You are brave, Matthias. Already you have done great things for one so yo...
If you wanna be a writer, you must learn to paint a picture with words.
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 fac...
Throughout his life the memory of that happy day stayed locked secretly in (his) heart.
Sometimes the gift of an inquisitive nature to the young can be greater than that of the wisdom which comes of age.
Peace has gone on too long. Something inside me says that trouble such as these shores have never known is headed our way.
Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.
You love young ones and babes, I know this. The young will always befriend and admire you...all the young ones of the earth belong to you in friendship. Be good to them. —Breeze, to Sunflash the Mace
Tis a far cry from home for a poor lonely thing,O'er the deeps and wild waters of seas,Where you can't hear your dear mother's voice softly singLike a breeze gently stirring the trees.Come home, littl...