Pam Brown Quotes

Loss leaves us empty - but learn not to close your heart and mind in grief. Allow life to replenish you. When sorrow comes it seems impossible - but new joys wait to fill the void.

Bears need people. People need bears.

Integrity rings like fine glass. True, clear, and reassuring.

You took me to adventure and to love. We two have shared great joy and great sorrow. And now I stand at the gate of the paddock watching you run in an ecstasy of freedom, knowing you will return to stand quietly, loyally, beside me.

Music speaks of Platonic truth - the ideal river rather than the polluted reality, love as we dream it rather than we experience it, grief noble and uplifting rather than our distracted weeping. It is necessary to our survival and our sanity.

One small cat changes coming home to an empty house to coming home.

A teddy bear does not depend upon mechanics to give him the semblance of life. He is loved - and therefore he lives.

The work of a garden bears visible fruits-in a world where most of our labours seem suspiciously meaningless.

A cat can maintain a position of curled up somnolence on your knee until you are nearly upright. To the last minute she hopes your conscience will get the better of you and you will settle down again.

For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

A teddy bear is your childhood wrapped up in faded yellow fur, and as such, he commands affection long after he is out grown.

A cat likes to hear you calling him. He sits in a bush a yard from your shoes - and listens.

We have become a society where the artist is regarded as a self-indulgent superfluity, and the person who juggles stocks and shares is an essential part of the economy.

You are asleep. Deep, deep asleep - and then the world caves in. The cat has leapt from the top window onto your stomach. He is saturated. He is hungry. He taps you into full wakefulness with a sodden paw "Could you open a can?"

Thank you for being interested. Doesn't sound much but it meant just about everything.

Riding turns 'I wish into 'I can'.

Love is to understand, at last, the suffering of another.

For the sake of the sons - and even for the son's future wives - a woman must keep a part of her mind and heart entirely for herself. Every family is better off with a wife and mother who can astonish and occasionally dewilder.

If there is a heaven, it's certain our animals are to be there. Their lives become so interwoven with our own, it would take more than an archangel to detangle them.

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely.

Always smile back at little children. To ignore them is to destroy their belief that the world is good.

It should be possible to exist with only a short shelf of books, to read and give away. After all - we may not open a book, once read, for ten years or more. But the act of reading has made it part of us - to relinquish it would be to lose an extension of our being.

Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away- and leaves behind only silence.

An older sister is a friend and defender - a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.

Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes, adventurers, story-tellers, singers of songs.

A dog wakens your heart to joy and companionship.

The trouble with sharing one's bed with cats is that they'd rather sleep on you than beside you.

It's hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time. How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own.

Bears being sent through the mail should never be squashed up to make them fit. It gives them indigestion.

Sisters don't need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs - that can undermine any tale you're telling.

Horses lend us the wings we lack.

If your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she's wearing your best sweater.

Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five.

Grandad has a long and earnest conversation with his grandchild. He says, you are noisy and wiggly and will be sent back if you don't pull herself together....The baby smiles complacently. She has him exactly where she wants him.

We expect too much at Christmas. It's got to be magical. It's got to go right. Feasting. Fun. The perfect present. All that anticipation. Take it easy. Love's the thing. The rest is tinsel.

When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?

From serenity comes gentleness, comes lasting strength.

The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions- 'it wasn't Jezebels fault, Dad.'

In a world gone bad, a bear - even a bear standing on its head - is a comforting, uncomplicated, dependable hunk of sanity.

A bag of apples, a pot of homemade jam, a scribbled note, a bunch of golden flowers, a coloured pebble, a box of seedlings, an empty scent bottle for the children. . . . Who needs diamonds and van-delivered bouquets?

Dads don't need to be tall and broad-shouldered and clever. Love makes them so.

Be wary of the horse with a sense of humor.

Medicines may be necessary. Flowers lift the heart. But your smile is the best restorative of all.

Friendship is not diminished by distance or time, by imprisonment or war, by suffering or silence. It is in these things that it roots most deeply.

For sheer excitement you can keep movie premieres and roller-coasters . An empty white canvas waiting to be filled. That's the thing.

Human beings are drawn to cats because they are all we are not — self-contained, elegant in everything they do, relaxed, assured, glad of company, yet still possessing secret lives.

A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.

Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you're just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.