Explore Quotes by Brian Jacques

Friend is a very small word, A little sound we make, For one who is true, one who will do, Great deeds for friendship's sake.

A little (one) can sometimes see things in others that us older ones cannot because our judgement gets clouded. —Abbot Saxtus

Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.

Sometimes the gift of an inquisitive nature to the young can be greater than that of the wisdom which comes of age.

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

Even the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep. It shows they have a great heart, one that can feel compassion for others." —Cornflower

Throughout his life the memory of that happy day stayed locked secretly in (his) heart.

It's a long hard road ahead for you, little warrior. Enjoy a happy day while you can. —Boldred

We could have chopped down the sycamore with this.

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.

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!

Death comes to us all sooner or later. We cannot escape it.

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.

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

Sighing restlessly, the boundless sea broke huge rollers into white cream which hissed hungrily up to the tideline.

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.

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.

Shake paws, count your claws, You steal mine, I'll borrow yours. Watch my whiskers, check both ears. Robber foxes have no fears.

The more 'otter it is, the more 'otter otters likes it

Any weapon is a good weapon as long as ye can use it with honor and skill.

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.