Stormfur... You'll have to go on without me, brother. Save the Clan.

Well, I'm more lopsided than a one-legged badger.

Silverstream: You idiot!!! What are you doing in my territory??? Graystripe:...Drowning? Silverstream: Can't you do that in your own territory? Graystripe: Ah, but who would rescue me there?

We all have our flaws. But we overcome them. And sometimes, it's our flaws that make us who we are.

"Welcome to our camp!" Blackstar called, beckoning them with his tail. "Rest here and take your pick of the fresh-kill pile." "Who are you and what have you done with Blackstar?" Lionblaze muttered.

Think you have nine lives, do you? I saved you once.... don't make me save you again.

It's coming, a battle between Starclan and The Dark Forest and every warrior will be called upon to fight.

Keep your eyes open, Fireheart. Keep your ears pricked. Keep looking behind you. Because one day I'll find you, and then you'll be crowfood.

You're a medicine cat. I understand what that means now. StarClan go with you, Leafpool. I'll never forget you.

He was desperate to tell his news to some other cat; he almost felt that if a mouse crossed his path he would stop to inform it that it was about to be eaten by a ThunderClan deputy.

You're going to find Tigerstar. Against that fiend, every cat is helpless.

Not because we think that it's still about to happen, thus makes our future life as though yet to be exist.Human mind can't yet perceive the nature of future.

You have divine abilities for a great mission.

Prayer honors God acknowledges His being exalts His power adores His providence secures His aid.

You will go with me everywhere. When I'm dreaming, you still share my lonely nights.

One of the most beautiful things about Britain, apart from the NHS and the free education, is the British Army.

Human life without death would be something other than human; consciousness of mortality gives rise to out deepest longings and greatest accomplishments.

What is bigger than an elephant? But this also is become man's plaything, and a spectacle at public solemnities; and it learns to skip, dance, and kneel

The degree to which you will awaken is in direct proportion to the amount of truth you are willing to accept about yourself.

Revision, once well done, becomes a sort of automatic itch which you scratch in the next work without thinking about it.

A severe though not unfriendly critic of our institutions said that the cure for admiring the House of Lords was to go and look at it.