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“To my mind, the life of a lamb is no less precious than that of a human being.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“I looked at the stained-glass image of the lamb in the window above me, but that only reminded me that lambs are famous for being led to slaughter, or sometimes hanging out with lions in ill-advised relationships.”
― Maureen Johnson, The Name of the Star

“No, amusing me only, I wonder if they realize how they are used?"
"Not a bit. They think they are the emperors of creation."
"Poor lambs."
"That's not how I'd describe them."
"I was thinking of animal sacrifice."
"Ah. That's closer.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, Shards of Honour

“Why did you make your people lambs, when the world is full of wolves.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“It goes without saying that even those of us who are going to hell will get eternal life鈥攊f that territory really exists outside religious books and the minds of believers, that is. Having said that, given the choice, instead of being grilled until hell freezes over, the average sane human being would, needless to say, rather spend forever idling in an extremely fertile garden, next to a lamb or a chicken or a parrot, which they do not secretly want to eat, and a lion or a tiger or a crocodile, which does not secretly want to eat them.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“Lambs are sacrificed but rats survive.”
― Tom Sweterlitsch, The Gone World

“As he prepared to ride on, he chuckled at the thought of the wolf entering the sheepfold. He would not ride with fire and destruction. The shepherd did not frighten his own pretty lambs.”
― Conn Iggulden, Khan: Empire of Silver

“It is an interesting thing, love ,鈥� the Princess stated. 鈥淚t can turn lambs into heroes, and heroes into lambs.”
― James William Peercy, The Wall Outside

“Gamboling is happiness in motion.”
― Joan Jarvis Ellison, Shepherdess: Notes from the Field

“And there shall come a kingdom in which the lion shall lie down with the lamb. Unfortunately for the lamb it shall be inside the lion!”
― Greg Curtis

“The lambs in their arms were as smooth as mushrooms, the flock at their heels unruffled. And amid all that froth of fleece, white and metrical as soap-suds, there was no sign of a black lamb.
What more could one ask, at a children鈥檚 Christmas Eve service? Yet I found that I did indeed want more, especially for the children鈥檚 sake鈥攆aces trodden by crows鈥�-feet, signs of the ferment, one might almost say chaos, that this unprecedented event brought once and ever brings; something of life, even in carven faces, someone out of breath with running, someone stricken with joy.
And I dearly wanted a black lamb. For, without him, where are the ninety and nine? Flocks, like families, have need of their black sheep鈥攈e carries their sorrow for them. He is the other side of their whiteness. Does nobody understand, I wondered, that a crib without a black lamb is an incomplete statement?”
― P.L. Travers, The Fox at the Manger