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

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

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

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.

Aha! Today I shall become an author! And I will auth and auth and auth and make a squillion dollars, whoopee!

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.

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